I gathered everything onto a tray and went to the bedroom. Lucien was sitting against the wall now. Just being cleaner seemed to make him feel better. I closed the door with my foot and went to sit in front of him.
“That smells amazing.” He whispered as his stomach growled.
“I didn’t have butter, but I made a kind of passible margarine.” I told him and set the tray on his lap.
He sniffed the juice. “Carrots?”
“It’s good for you, Lucien. Just drink it. I have to work on purifying the well water before I can give you any. I plan to check the stream tomorrow to see if it’s any better.”
Lucien ate with gusto. He moaned with nearly every bite. I worked on flipping his mattress and finding him a blanket or some sheets.
“When we get back to my pack, you can work
