As morning came Wiflor was comfortable.  Her instincts were not in full anymore, but in the end they didn't have to be.  Always she'd rise when others rose, and always she'd wake when others woke, but that morning Wiflor did not wake with Cyrus.  She remained peacefully at rest as he stroked her hair and then got up to prepare for the day.  It was the first time in the longest that she herself actually relaxed, or at the very least tried to relax.<br/><br/>Though something else would cause her to stir after several minutes.  Was not the noise of preparing another fire, nor the gathering of supplies including the strike of the metal plates on one another.  It was not the movements around her and nor was it the change in the temperatures as a flame was lit anew.   It was the smell of the food as it was being cooked.  Her eyes would flicker a moment as they opened, seeming half asleep still even as she slowly got up and to her feet, crawling out of the tent.<br/><br/>Staggering a second she'd stretch as soon as she were out, quickly after turning seemingly tired and calm eyes to Cyrus to see him preparing the last details of their breakfast.  Hers was always such a simple thing.  A slab of beef, a cut of pork, strips of chicken, and to all fortunes never fish.  She hated fish with such passion...  As she approached she'd kneel down to her plate and see that this day was ham which to her was more then good enough.<br/><br/>Reaching down she'd pick up the cut of ham and bite into it, however the moment she did she'd close her eyes and once more return to thought as the flavor of the meat held to her tongue.  Every day she ate, and every night she slept.  Always she felt restful and ready to go for whatever was needed but things were so calm all over again.  Sure, she figured one of the days trouble would come again. But until then, it was peaceful.<br/><br/>How she feared it though.  The moment peaceful days would be over...  Opening her eyes she'd finally bite hard enough to take the first mouthful of ham, and with that she'd begin eating much as Cyrus was in his hastes for a meal.