Third Person POV.
The van rolled smoothly along the forested path, weaving past the shadows of towering evergreens. The early morning light had begun to spill golden streaks through the tinted windows, catching on the faint mist that clung to the lowland borders of Stormveil.
Inside the van, Meredith sat comfortably, her stomach no longer making loud demands. Deidra leaned over from her seat with a warm smile.
"No need to worry, my lady. We packed enough food, snacks, and drinks to last the entire trip."
A quiet sigh escaped her lips—she hadn't even noticed the tightness in her chest. "Thank the stars. I thought I would have to starve my way to Duskmoor."
Azul, seated at the edge near the aisle, gave a small smile. "You will be served your breakfast now. Since you didn't get to eat before we left."
Meredith's eyes brightened slightly as she nodded. "I'm ready."
