“Irina, drink this soup. I brewed it using a big fish and short-winged bird. It’s super delicious.” Damien scooped a spoonful of soup using a wooden spoon, blew upon it, then brought it to Irina’s mouth.

Irina had made this spoon herself. She had spent an entire day carving it into its exquisite form. This spoon made eating very convenient.

Irina drank from the spoon. As the slightly hot soup glided down her throat and into her stomach, she felt much more comfortable.

Damien had wanted to continue feeding her, but Curtis seized the bowl from him and said, “Let me do it. You go fetch water for Snow to...