Additionally, Kanoya had also noticed that the worried looking woman didn't touch the black chunks of meat on her dinner plate.
If possible, she really wanted to have a conversation with her, but the dining hall filled with Songze villagers was clearly not a good place for a chat.
"If you get hungry at night, you can come back to the dining hall, I'll save some supper for you."
Before leaving the dining hall, the old Hunter Watanabe mentioned this with a chuckle.
If one didn't look at the thick sauce smeared around his mouth and beard, but only listened to his caring and friendly words, there was a sense of communal harmony, as if the villagers were all simple and kind-hearted.
Carrying a small quilt, Kanoya walked alone back to the small house which was nominally hers.
The quilt she was holding was given to her by a kind-looking old lady from the village, who had specifically gone home to fetch it for her before leaving the dining hall.
