The morning light grew brighter as Damien yawned loudly, stretching his arms. "I need some alone time," he muttered, his voice laced with weariness.
Arielle, seated nearby, raised an eyebrow and grinned. "Alone time? You're just going to sleep, aren't you? After saying you wouldn't?"
Damien shook his head, smirking as he leaned back against the headboard of the bed. "Not sleepy," he said, his grin widening slightly. "I'm hungry."
Arielle laughed, crossing her arms as she stood. "Hungry already? How do you get hungry so fast? You eat like someone who hasn't seen food in years!"
Damien shrugged, his expression turning faintly nostalgic. "When someone's been deprived of good things for a long time, they tend to make the most of it when they finally have it again."
His words carried a deeper meaning, though he didn't elaborate. For two years, Damien had lived a nomadic life, surviving on what he could find in the wild.