Sylvia finished her warm milk until the cup was completely empty, letting the soft sweetness and warmth of the liquid linger on her tongue for a moment. The white porcelain plate in front of her was completely bare, leaving only crunchy whole-wheat breadcrumbs and a slight stain of dark red berry jam that had begun to dry on the rim. It was a simple breakfast, yet somehow felt incredibly luxurious after long, exhausting days inside the dimensional rift.
On her lap, a cat with shimmering golden fur looked up. Its round eyes, resembling amber gemstones, stared straight at Sylvia, blinking once slowly as if asking a silent question about whether there was any extra food to be had this morning.
Sylvia smiled faintly, a curve of the lips very rarely shown to the outside world. Her slender fingers moved to the edge of the table, picking up the last small piece of smoked meat she had intentionally set aside from the beginning.
