As she searches aimlessly for Cedric or his wolf, she catches a whiff of something appealing in the air and immediately succumbs, following it.
She hadn't realized just how hungry she'd been until now, the scent bringing her to the large dining area where, surprisingly, Cedric was seated, indulging in a feast fit for a king at the head of the table and seemingly unaware of the new presence.
Marisol froze in the doorway of the large dining hall within the hidden castle, her eyes widening at the sight before her. Cedric was so engrossed in his meal that he either genuinely hadn't noticed her or was consciously not paying any heed to her.
The aroma of dishes wafts through the air tantalizingly, making her stomach growl involuntarily. What surprised her even more was the setting, as if he'd been expecting to be joined by another person.