Idalia
“Hello, Idalia. I hope you rested well, I brought you some breakfast,” April walked into my room and put the tray of food on top of the table, the smell awaken my senses instantly.
“I did, thank you,” I replied, scooting to the edge of the bed and smelling the delicious food, “what’s this?”
“That's a squirrel and some eggs. Pretty much a favorite delicacy on the flock. I don’t eat it myself, but help cook it for them,” she mentioned, turning around and letting out a suppressed cough, concerning me.
“Are you okay?” I asked. She nodded and waved her hand, dismissing the question.
“It’s nothing. Probably a simple cold,” she said before she walked out, coughing a bit more. She left me in my room and I was really worried for her. I wanted to find out what was wrong.
