By the time they returned to the house where Ming Li and Azrael were staying, Sirena was completely wilted, yet those two were still in the mood to dine at the table.
This was likely an extra meal, and the only thing Azrael ate was dry rations.
Sirena was being indoctrinated with the oddities of the land; her little face cycled through expressions of confusion, contemplation, and sudden realization.
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