Nefretiri
"I feel like I've worked out in a gym for days," I grumble, taking a seat on the bed again.
"The price of magic, I'm afraid," Mary pulls a chair up to sit across from me. Ivan remains standing, glaring at her suspiciously. "People assume using magic is spiritual or mental. They forget that it's still a physical activity."
"Which is why I'm still starving," I complain, holding my stomach.
"You want more food?" Ivan looks worried, preparing to order someone to bring me more, but Mary holds up her hand to stop him.
"I would wait on that," Mary suggests, earning her another dirty look from him. "Just until we're done talking."
"She's hungry," He insists.
"I know, and I can appreciate that you're only trying to take care of her, but she ate an entire box of donuts by herself, plus two sandwiches. So it'll hold her for a little while."