Menarx had not gone so far when he arrived at a groove where a tree grew ripe berries.
For the time it took him to walk down to this point, his mind had been churning with guilt all the while.
Menarx could not believe he had completely forgotten that Neveah had not eaten, he had been so focused on getting her out of the precarious situation, he had actually forgotten a basic need.
Even if everyone else did, Menarx felt he should have been the one person who knew Neveah's needs better, otherwise, how was he any different to her than his brothers?
What Menarx wanted, he also was not completely clear on it. But there had never been anyone he wanted approval from as much as Neveah,
For whatever reason, he did not just want to be different from his brothers to her, he wanted to be seen as... special.
"How silly." Menarx reprimanded himself for his own thoughts as he focused his attention on the situation at hand.
