Chapter 7
By the time Sara had come back with some mushrooms and a small bird, Kael was sleeping like a bear with his sword beside him and the spirit on his belly.
"I don't know what I expected from you, but surely not this." She then lifted one of her fingers and the light started to orbit it. "And you little cutie, what do you say, will you help me put him in shape?"
She put the food inside and picked him up, putting him in bed and covering him.
As she picked up the sword, the blade was blunt; it was a miracle if it was cutting anything. "You are lucky my friend Gerok is not here because he would kill you for the lack of respect towards your weapon," she said, while picking up a whetstone and sharpening it. "Gerok would say something like, 'A dull blade is like an elf useless and noisy. I miss the old party. Maybe someday I should visit him.'"
After the sharpening was over, the blade could be described as the cutting power of water manifested into an age-old steel.
"I should go cook something before finishing the day, too," she looked at the spirit. "What do you say?"
The spirit started to emit a hum that could be interpreted as 'sure.'
She fixed the blade on the wall and got to the kitchen. She grabbed some corn and a bottle of water and combined them in a pot, then put it on fire, stirring it so it wouldn't stick to the pot. While it was boiling, she grabbed the bowl of mushrooms and started peeling them. Cut them into small pieces and spilled them into a bowl of cream, adding a little spice and a little garlic.
"Now the meat," she said, while taking the bird, removing its feathers, and starting to prepare the meat. She put them in a metal plate that was positioned on the fire after the bread-like pasta was ready and started to add spices.
"This should be enough for tomorrow morning, too, what do you say?" She turned to the spirit that was sitting on her shoulder. "Why do you mean it's not looking good? You are too picky."