Just like the day before, they roasted the meat over the fire—only this time, Mirek helped.
He worked, adjusting the stones and embers with practiced ease, occasionally turning the slabs so the heat distributed evenly. The beast meat crackled softly as fat dripped into the fire, releasing a rich, mouthwatering aroma that filled the cave.
Even so, Lavayla only ate a little.
The meat was undeniably good—naturally tender, richly flavored, and packed with energy—but her appetite simply wasn't there. She chewed slowly, more out of necessity than enjoyment, her thoughts already drifting ahead to vegetables, soft foods, and stone pots.
Meanwhile, Mirek… absolutely demolished his share.
If she hadn't been worried about getting vegetables and proper cooking tools for Vai, Lavayla might have laughed outright at the sight. The Beastman ate like someone who had never learned the meaning of "moderation," tearing through the roasted meat.
