Eventually, they ran out of food. Ananke's wooden box was now completely empty — except for the plates and cups that Sunny had washed and carefully placed back. There was not even wine left, despite the fact that neither he nor Nephis were fond of alcohol, diluted or not.
The old woman seemed stricken by guilt at the lack of things to feed them…
Although she was not that old anymore.
Ananke looked to be in her sixties now. Her figure remained small and gaunt, but her back was as straight as an arrow. The cataracts disappeared from her eyes, revealing their original piercing blue color. The thin white hair of the elderly priestess turned grey and full, and although her tan skin was still mapped with wrinkles, it was not brittle and transparent anymore.
Her frailness and fragility were gone, replaced by wiry tenacity. Overall, she resembled quite a healthy old woman now.
…That old woman was currently pacing the wooden deck, crushed.
