The food was most worthy of attention. Though it was soup and bread, a common and delicious meal anywhere, it still managed to surprise her. The soup was light, with many tender vegetables and flavorful herbs floating in a warm broth. Once again, there was no meat to be found. She did, however, recognize the potatoes she and Blidarmd had picked earlier, as well as many other vegetables she was familiar with such as corn, squash, peas, beans and mushrooms, and a few she had never seen before but tasted wonderful. It was delicious, and she ate more than was probably wise.
When she came up for air, she was surprised to see the table half empty, with clean plates and empty cups. Though the room had the same stillness that was present during the previous meals, it felt different now, almost bored. She looked across the table, and saw Darion watching her silently. She met his eyes curiously. She felt as if she was looking into his eyes, past their color, and seeing – something. It was dark and cool, but not foreboding in the slightest. It felt, comfortable.
Redease rose from his seat and walked out of the room with a swift but silent grace. She realized his plate was empty. Were they leaving as soon as they were done? Should she leave? She looked up, and Darion was still watching her. He hasn't left. Snow returned his measured gaze and remained in her seat. If he has not left, she would stay. It was time she spoke with Darion, and if to do so she must wait for him to tire of this staring game, she would wait.
Whitaran was the last to finish, and he too rose from his seat. Instead of leaving, however, he looked at her for a moment, and stated, without the slightest acknowledgement of Darion, "Do not believe everything he speaks." Then he turned and swiftly left, almost as if he was afraid to stay.
Surprised and confused, Snow was left blinking after him when suddenly, Darion was in front of her, offering her his hand.