Duskfire Glacier [m] diet mountain dew

he hesitated.
his gaze flickered over the offering, the neatly arranged meat, the care taken in its preparation. in his world, a woman hunting for a man was not a simple act of kindness—it was a statement. an acceptance. a declaration of something unspoken but understood. a recognition of courtship returned.
his tongue ran over his teeth, mind working through the implications, the weight of it. did she know? had she meant it that way? or was she simply trying to care for him, the way she did with everything else in her life?
he sat, finally, slowly. body hitting the ground. measured eyes never left her as he finally leaned down, taking the first bite. chewing, swallowing. you know what this means? he asked, voice low, measured. but there was something else beneath it—something unreadable, something restrained.