Connections

[Oriena]

She didn’t care what they made, just that it kept him busy, so she shrugged in a permissive way at his suggestion. Meat or beans made very little difference to her. Cooking was something that Nox loved; he’d made meals for them plenty of times, but Ori had never offered to help. Dezdha was her sole family, and she’d never been much of a mother even on her good days. There were no old family recipes. No mornings spent baking on weekends. Ori knew enough to keep them both alive, but it wasn’t something she’d ever expended much energy on. Home-cooked food wasn’t something she’d ever experienced at all before Nox. Not that she’d ever told him that, or would even think it relevant to share.


“Does this look like a kitchen with gloves,” she said flatly. Not coldly though. It was the edges of a rare mood for her. Which is to say, she waited to be told what to do.