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Aeolus never though that this war would last this long, or that she would be chosen to make food for the group... Not that it's *that* big of a problem. He's just... not the best chef! It's not going to be that bad...
Nevermind that. She luckily knows how to make "amazing" apple cinnamon pancakes!
Using the supplies they found in the Silver Owls' camp, Aeolus was able to successfully make enough for everyone. He sighs and sits down on a nearby fallen log.. She'll wait for everyone to get some before her.
"Are you not going to have any, Anemoi?"
Aeolus glances up and tilts their head when he sees the black haired fae, "..Huh?"
"You worked hard on making these and yet you aren't having any?" Lilia moves to sit next to Aeolus yet he looks ahead at the soldiers getting the food.
They looked over the General's face without answering his question right away, seemingly admiring him. After a few seconds, she turns to look at the soldiers as well.
"I'm just letting others go first. You haven't gotten any food either." She states and smiles a little.
"The others need it more than me." The general's eyes narrow a bit as he sighs.
"Hehe... Isn't that basically my reasoning?"
"Oh, please. It was clearly different."
"Ehe~"
After sitting there for a few minutes, Lilia stands up again and stretches a bit.
"I'll go have some now. Make sure you do as well."
Aeolus opens her mouth to say something but hesitates and just nods instead. He watches as Lilia nods in response and walks away.