48 Strength and weakness, part 2

The next time Cael came was an hour later. This time, he appeared with food. A mere sight of the bowl of broth in his hands made Ginevra's stomach grumble and her face cringe in distaste.

Food for the ill was even worse than food for prisoners. At least they could hope for some bread.

"Don't you have someone else to run errands, Cael?" Ginevra asked venomously. "Are you going to feed me, too?"

He eyed her with narrowed eyes. "Will you behave if I unbind you?"

"Yes," Ginevra lied without batting an eye.

Cael nodded and went to sit on the ground near Ginevra's bed. "Then feeding you it is. As for other people to do the job… I suppose I just have nothing better to do. Father decided to camp here for a short while, to let people rest. Since no one wants to play dice with me, I might as well spend time with one of the few girls in the camp." He smirked at her.