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At the smell of the food, Hera's empty stomach let out an audible rumble, bringing a blush to her cheeks.
Vorra chuckled, while Hera cleared her throat. "Well… I suppose I could have that."
Vorra maintained her pleasant smile, stepping forward to place the tray onto the nightstand beside the bed.
Before she could pick up the bowl to hand it over, Bellarios moved with blinding speed, darting right up to the tray.
Vorra stumbled back in fright.
The small dragon leaned over to sniff the steam rising from the bowl before turning his head toward Hera. "It doesn't smell strange."
"I-It speaks!" Vorra's eyes widened in sheer shock. She stammered quickly, "I... I just brought it from the servant assigned to your kitchen!"
Hera, on the other hand, could only sigh inwardly at Bellarios for speaking in front of her.
