A long sigh broke her out of her napping. Donncahd, looking bored as usual, just turned his back to her and walked to the door flap.
She blinked groggily at him for several seconds.
He stared at her in silence.
And then the tent opened to admit the delicious smell of hot meat.
And a person to deliver it.
Oh.
That's what he had been doing.
She squinted at the prince as he returned, holding out the plate for her with no apparent joy whatsoever.
She took a few bites from it and sat up slowly, the warmth of the meal warming her fingers and giving her the strength to move without being in danger of shivers.
After a moment, she turned to look at him.
Donncahd, now sat next to her with his own plate, raised a brow in her direction and waited silently. When she still failed to speak after some moments of him staring, he snorted.