I stood quietly, as to not wake Faris, whose only respite from this place was in sleep. I couldn’t imagine the extent of his suffering, a faerie covered in iron for months, and I vowed silently to find a way to help him.
Something on the floor outside the cage caught my eye, and I walked over for a closer look. My stomach growled loudly when I saw a chunk of bread and an apple on a paper napkin, and a new jug of water. It wasn’t much, but it was food and it looked edible.
Picking up the meager fare, I broke the bread into halves and ate one, washing it down with water. I ate half the apple, too. It wasn’t filling but enough to ease the gnawing hunger for now.
I was pacing the cage to stay warm when Faris said, “You’re still here. I hoped you were a dream.”
“You don’t like my company?”
