Natsu swallowed his soup down quickly, bowl pressed up against his chapped lips. The fluid had a very suttle taste to it, Mira making sure not to make it to rich. It smelled of herbs, no meats ground in yet. She wanted to make sure he could take just the broth before adding anything else.
“He’s not using a spoon…”
Mira glanced over at Lisanna who was currently watching the dragon slayer eat. Her sister was leaning a hand against her cheek, with a curious expression on her face. Mira leaned onto the bar counter, gaze once more turning back to the dragon slayer.
“I wouldn’t think he would have any utensils in captivity”
Lisanna nodded, a soft sigh escaping her lips. Usually she could make a positive situation out of this, but watching her beaten childhood friend try to drink from a bowl was just too depressing.
“His hands are shaking”
Mira squinted, noticing in fact her sister was indeed right. His hands trembled as he held the bowl up to his lips, his grip not entirely on the bowl.
It looked as if he had arthritis.
“I’m gonna go see if he needs help” Lisanna stated, getting up from her seat. Mira watched as the younger white haired girl approached the man, taking a seat next to him. Words and gestures where exchanged, and Lisanna’s face held a smile as she walked back over with his bowl. She made her way behind the counter to the guild kitchen, returning with another steaming hot bowl of freshly made soup.
Mira watched as Natsu eagerly grabbed the bowl from her hands and swiftly gulped the contents down, his hands shakily holding the bowl to his lips.
‘At least he’s eating’
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Grief
FanfictionAfter a week long mission Natsu Dragneel returns to his home in the woods in Magnolia, only to be brutally beaten, drugged and captured by an unknown force. Now, six years later his friends finally find a lead on him. But what lurks in the abandoned...
