Stone Circle Supposed to fire my imagination

Her words were lost on the girl, already stomaching the food with vigor. The soft meets were healthy and easy for her to eat, and her hunger was quickly sated by the small meal, not quite able to stomach all that she would on a normal occasion quite yet.

she blinked blearily up at Valette when she finished, yawning widely. though confusion was still paging her thoughts, and moments after she asked, "Staddy?"

it was a question, though vague, as she didn't know what she should or could ask first. where was her father? why did she remember him being frightening, scary? was it a dream? Steady wasn't bad Steady was good? confusion clouded the girl's face quickly, brows furrowed in concern as she looked up to Valette.