"This scene feels steeped in a strange flavor," Ethemon remarked as the soup in the pot began to bubble. He tossed in a bit more seasoning and meat, stirring slowly. "Aside from all that, you didn't remember anything else?"
Shadowheart shook her head. "Nothing. I only remember being brought back to the cloister by the Mother in the forest—would you like some tongue-mushroom? Maybe it'll help jog your memory."
"I'll pass, thank you very much," Ethemon refused quickly, his face radiating utter disgust. "I have no desire to pass out for an entire night after a single bite. I'm not looking to experience that kind of helplessness again. Keep it, we can sell it to that merchant once we're back at the Myconid colony." Ethemon ladled a small bowl of soup from the pot to check the flavor; finding it a bit bland, he added a pinch more seasoning.
Chapter 72