Pure delight fills Elowyn’s face as Rominy helps her sit up against a mound of pillows. At least his own dizziness passed quickly this time.
“It’s not as hot as it was, but I can heat it if you wish.” Cerian lowers himself to the bed at Elowyn’s side. “It’s a long walk from the restaurant Arisanna’s mother prefers.”
“I’m pretty sure they make coffee here at the hotel, Cer,” Tharios says, and Cerian frowns.
“I hadn’t considered that.”
“Coffee?” Elowyn’s whole face lights up. “You brought me coffee? I’ve always wanted to experience coffee.”
Rominy represses another shudder, and Arisanna laughs from the foot of the bed. “Rominy isn’t a fan.”
“You might like it, though,” Rominy says as he tries not to smile.
“Arisanna drowned it in cream and sugar for you.” Cerian holds the cup toward Elowyn. “I’m not convinced her methods improve it, but it seemed like something you’d enjoy.”
Elowyn breathes in deeply and closes her eyes. “That smells delightful.”
“I’m glad you think so,” Rominy mutters.
“Tiny sips,” Tharios says, and with Cerian’s help, Elowyn takes a sip of the vile liquid.
Rominy just shakes his head and holds back a sigh.
She’s going to love it.
Like Drinking Candy
Episode 115
EveryonewatchesexpectantlyasElowyn sips the warm coffee from the mug with Cerian’s help.
“Not too much,” Tharios warns again.
It’s...amazing.
“Rominy,” she breathes. “Why didn’t you introduce me to coffee?” She looks at him as the rich flavor lingers on her tongue, and he makes the most adorably disgusted face imaginable.
“Because now you’ll want it all the time.”
Laughter fills her, and Cerian offers her another sip, which she closes her eyes to savor.
“Thanks, Sanna.” Rominy sounds less than grateful.
“You’re welcome,” Arisanna says, and when Elowyn opens her eyes, merriment fills Arisanna’s face.
“We also bought candy for you,” Cerian says. “It was Grandmera’s idea.”
“There’s a candy shop here?” Elowyn turns back to Rominy. “Can we visit it?”
“You have to get stronger first,” Rominy says.
“In the meantime”—Tharios reaches for the coffee mug—“let that settle, and we’ll see about getting some real food in you before you gorge yourself on the mounds of candy Grandmera seems to believe you need.”
With a wink that leaves Cerian rolling his eyes, Tharios lifts the coffee to his own lips and takes a long drink before wincing. “Whistling wind, Cer. How much sugar did you put in this? It’s like drinking candy.”
“Have you been eating Elowyn’s candy?” Cerian scowls at Tharios, but Tharios just grins in return.
“Someone has to do it. You bought enough for an army.” Tharios takes another sip and makes a face. “Wow, that’s sweet.”
