They didn't rush to eat. Instead, following the tribe's custom, they respectfully presented the first roasted tubers and the first bowl of scalding hot soup to Sergash and Semia.
Sergash said a word of thanks, took a perfectly roasted tuber, and met the expectant gazes of the Wild Men. Only then did she carefully blow on it and take a small, gentle bite.
The crispy skin broke, revealing the soft, mealy, and sweet flesh inside. The warm food slid down her throat, dispelling the chill in her body and bringing the unique satisfaction that only a staple food could provide.
"Mm! Delicious!" Her eyes crinkled happily into two crescent moons. She couldn't resist taking another large bite, stuffing her cheeks until they bulged.
Semia, on the other hand, preferred the bowl of soup. She sipped it slowly, and as the hot liquid settled in her stomach, her cold limbs gradually warmed, chasing away the sluggishness and drowsiness brought on by the cold.
