Hajin took his place at the mess table and noticed his companions set a supper bowl beside his seat.
In the center of the mess pavilion, the cooks laid out a hearty supper of braised venison and roasted tubers.
Hajin sat down on a folding seat, noticing that his stew bowl was deliberately positioned on his right side.
Ever since his spiritual shoulder strain during the tri-heart trial, the household staff made a quiet point of accommodating his reach.
"I see the kitchen brigade is still treating my left arm like antique porcelain," he remarked with a chuckle.
"Tessa gave strict orders to the field cooks before we marched," Juna answered, sitting beside him with her polearm propped against the boards.
"She said if you strain your shoulder reaching across the table for salted butter, we are all grounded."
"Salted butter is a dangerous hazard," Ferra added from across the board, tearing into a loaf of rye bread.
