AERITH’S POV:
I sat on a stool near the kitchen countertop while Freya dished out our food. It was almost dusk and we wanted to have dinner. From where I sat, the door to the garden was open and I could see the orange ball in the sky dipping in its horizons. Soon it would be dark.
Freya spooned some porridge into each plate and dropped them on the small mounted shelf that could hold plates.
Daenerys walked up to it and picked hers while Freya hadn't even finished dishing out the food on the last plate. I stood up when she dropped the last plate and moved to the small shelf that held the plates.
I carried each plate and headed for the countertop. I placed each plate gently on it and turned to Freya who was washing her hands. She turned off the tap and looked at me in surprise.
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