Nyx reached into her jacket and produced two wrapped parcels that Vane definitely hadn't seen her carrying. Which meant she'd pulled them from the Dreamscape's spatial logic, something she did occasionally when actually carrying things would have been inconvenient.
Both parcels smelled like the spiced food from the eastern stall near the market's far end in the lower district.
She handed him one without ceremony.
"You didn't eat after the afternoon session," she said. "I checked."
Vane looked at the parcel in his hands, then at her. His chest felt warm despite the cold tower air. "You watched me not eat."
"I watch everything." She unwrapped her own parcel with efficient movements. "I specifically watched you not eat because you've been doing it on days when you're preoccupied, and I was keeping a record." She paused, meeting his eyes. "It's not healthy."
