A Taste Of Real Food

His voice was rough.

It sounded unused.

Rem took a moment to let the name settle in his mind before nodding. "Cairn, huh? Alright." He then gestured lazily towards Selene. "I'm Rem. The troublesome woman next to me is Selene."

Selene huffed. "I have a name, you know."

Rem shrugged. "I already said it."

Cairn remained silent, his gaze flickering between them briefly before lowering once more.

Still, at least he had answered.

That was enough for now.

But there was another issue.

The kid didn't reek, per se, but he had the scent of someone who had been stuck in a cage for too long.

Dirt clung to his silver hair, and the clothes — if one could even call them that — were barely more than rags.

Rem let out a small sigh and abruptly changed course, steering them toward a different section of the city.

Selene raised a brow. "Where are we going now?"

"Bathhouse."

She blinked. "Seriously?"