Her laugh was light and musical. A few minutes later, the mess in the pan was bubbling to her satisfaction and she slipped it onto a cold plate, turning everything off before ladling the food onto plates alongside neatly sliced columns of bread.<br/><br/>It was hot, slightly spicy, and a very unusual mox of flavours. Michelle ate hungrily, her body demanding the food in continued pressure to repair both physical and nutritional damage from her ordeal. She already looked substantially better than the day before, skin clear and slight bruises fading.<br/><br/>Once she'd eaten to the point of bursting, she sat back and sighed, rubbing her tummy through the sheet she still had draped around herself. Looking down, she laughed again and sighed.<br/>"I should get dressed, I suppose."