He returned to the cooking area as Eli returned, wearing a pair of old trousers, his hair dark with water.
Eli sat at the table. He wasn't wearing a shirt, and she would be able to notice small cuts and scars across his torso.
He didn't notice, his head resting tiredly in his hand. He was quite strong, although it was understandable after Aspen had seen the labor he had to do everyday. He had some symbol on his shoulder with black ink.
