Rayadell leaned against the door jam, watching Calanon help set the table.
	“It’s kind of you to include us in your breakfast,” she commented before Calanon excused himself, making Thea jump slightly. Though her voice displayed little emotion, she meant every word. 
	Thea gave Rayadell one of her smiles, then opened a jar of jam and began spreading it on each slice of bread. “Of course, hon. It’s the least we can do for your troubles.”
	A few minutes after Calanon left, Merek entered the kitchen, Thea flitting around the area as she poured out a couple glasses of fresh cow’s milk and added them to the table.
	“Mornin’!” Merek greeted rather cheerfully when he noticed Rayadell, then went to sit at one of the chairs with a plate in front of it as Rayadell nodded her return hello. “I swear, Thea. You’re going to make our guests want to stay just for the food.” He picked up a fork and began eating. 
	Thea, who had moved to her own seat, gently whacked his arm with a towel she had used to quickly wipe up the counters. “Wait for our guests.”
	“It’s fine, I assure you.” Rayadell slowly went to one of the chairs, turning it so its back was to her side, and sat. She leaned her staff against the table.
	Thea glanced over and Rayadell’s gaze snapped up when Calanon returned, Merek too interested in a sausage to do more than give a quick wave.
	Rayadell ate the slowest at the table, only half listening to Thea and Merek’s idle chatter. Once everyone was mostly finished, Thea stood, cleared away the empty plates, and grabbed both the rolled-up map and a well-worn satchel from where they had been leaned against a wall.
	“I’ve packed a few provisions for you. It’s not much, but it’ll help.” Thea handed the items to Calanon. “There’re also a few coins in there, should you need them.”