Some time later, he was awakened by the smell of cooking vegetables intermingled with spices. He raised his head to see Zecora filling a wooden bowl with a thick soup. She brought over to him and helped him eat, gently spooning it into his mouth. He didn't know if it was because of something Zecora may have added to it or simply because he was so hungry, but each mouthful seemed to fill him with vigor, the last of the pain fading along with his hunger. The bowl was quickly emptied and Macintosh let out a contented sigh.