To The Capital City

After they finished the meal, Oriana started instructing her grandfather. 

"When I am gone, you have to take all your medicines. I have prepared the new batch in these jars. This is the one for your aching joints, this one is the supplements you need to drink daily, while this one…" Oriana meticulously explained each one, from usage, to dosage to intervals of drinking. "I will also tell Aunt Gwen to look after you so I won't have to worry. About your food—"

"Alright, alright, stop nagging. Are you the old man or am I the old man?" Phil laughed. "Do not worry about me. Just be careful, and strive to learn as much as you can. I am cheering for you, Ori."

That night, Oriana packed her things, stuffing as much portable food as she could in her bag, a little traumatized by the starvation she suffered on her trip from Jerusha to Selve. She also carried two spare headwraps.

'For unforeseen circumstances…'