The Eighth Son

Fifth

Breen;
I rubbed my eyes, sitting up. Talon was sprawled across his cot, drooling on his blanket. I eased my leg out from under his arm and stood. I had to go and get the carrots ready for market: it was seven day, which also meant Roden would be leaving today.
I pulled on my thin woolen coat and quietly went down the stairs. Eren glanced up from the table as I came down and I saw another plate on the table.
"Good morning. Hungry?" He asked, taking another bite of his food.
"Starved." I sat and began shovelling my face with food. I stopped, then looked up. "Thank... You..." I said awkwardly. He just nodded and finished his breakfast, taking our plates to the basin when I was done. He washed them and I stood, picking up the sack next to the door. I went out into the morning, shivering in the cold.
I began pulling carrots up, then heard the door close again and saw a shadow behind me. I turned and saw a hand drop a vegetable into my bag. Eren reached down again, yanking up more. I bit my lip as he continued to help me, getting the work done in almost half the time it would have taken me normally. As we went back to the house, he took the sack from me, gently taking the carrots out and setting them into the basin. He began washing them, silent.
"Why did yo do that?" I asked hesitantly.
"I knew I'd have to clean them, so I figured I would save time."
"I meant aid me."
"It's cold," he said simply.
"Oh. Thank you.... Again," I said as I went back upstairs.