Downstairs, Seraphina threw a quick mess of eggs and bacon on the stove in order to satisfy her hunger. The strain of having to use all her powers after such a long time had taken its toll on her body. Despite her distaste for cooking, she had no choice but to make do with what was available.
Usually, she survived on canned food or her strength potion. The house, however, was maintained by friends of her grandmother.
Several years ago, to encourage her to eat healthy meals, they disposed of all her food storage. A smile spread across her face as she recalled that. Having been away for so long, she missed them. When she has resolved the matters with those youngsters, she might pay them a visit.
It wasn't a whim that led her here. As a result of assessing her power realistically, she came to the conclusion that if anything happened to her, she could rely on them.
After stuffing her stomach with a burnt breakfast, she looked at the clock in a startled state.