Kyle blinked a few times, still groggy from the lack of sleep.
"I just woke up… there's no way I'm going to bed this early. Is Silvy still half-asleep? Or was she just nervous?"
He grumbled under his breath.
Queen ignored him entirely.
The hawk simply fluffed its feathers, made itself comfortable atop the small shelf near the window, and tucked its head under its wing with a soft, contented chirp—clearly done with the day.
Kyle scoffed but didn't push it.
"Lucky bird. Then again, the journey at night must have taken a lot of energy."
He muttered and made his way downstairs for breakfast.
As he entered the common room of the inn, the scent of warm food greeted him.
A plate was already set out at his usual seat—generous servings of fresh bread, smoked meat, poached eggs, and a steaming bowl of vegetable broth.
The sight made Kyle become aware that he was hungry, but it also earned him more than a few glares from the other patrons.
"Why does he get that much food?"
