I was grateful that Ares had taken my concerns seriously, but I felt too awkward to carry on the conversation and I was still too distracted by my surroundings to really engage in conversation with him.
He left me alone again, and when he returned he was carrying a wooden tray laden with more food than either of us could eat.
I had no idea what most of it even was, but I was afraid to say that when he set it down on the small table in the corner of the room and brought a simple wooden plate over to me.
“You should eat.”
He held the plate out to me, and I accepted it because it was easier than arguing, and even if it was made by humans it did smell like it would taste good.
I didn’t want to ask him what the different things were- I recognized that there was some sort of stew which was
