<div class="floatleft">(https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjW1rL-H0J893nLLDjQpWwwNby21VHPqgVltm2JFpgKTSbn-6w4wVCi3fKWyr4UVdg78glfYO4U27wzYGEAq6UaJBrcZ2Xil-qhQ5SuSVy_cV_sP_wOuYGnmmB4Uin2XOIpALNu52gRzWtVULJbm1aZzaUSH7LQUYHGQ42Q2KSLVqRbiYDNHB44u2yz=w215-h320)</div>Carissa thanked them profusely. She had Grace help her out of her armor and she wore her blue dress. She ate, finding herself famished, hungrier than she'd been aware while traveling through the unknown landscape.<br/>If the food was bad, Carissa didn't care or notice. Her ravenous hunger made everything delicious.