Lethia struggled to chew the last two pieces of steak on her plate, taking her time with each bite.
She wondered why the venison made her feel queasy, even though she normally enjoyed all kinds of steak. She liked meat, didn't she? Was she full? Didn't seem so. She had no trouble finishing the warm artichoke soup earlier.
She sat there, torn between forcing herself to finish the venison or just leaving it. Her father always taught her to clear her plate, because out in the countryside, too many people starved for a single bite.
"Is it not to your liking?" Renar asked carefully, watching how long she chewed the meat.
He'd specifically ordered venison tonight after learning she was a meat lover. And of course, because venison was great for pregnant werewolves. Lean meat, low fat, good for the baby.
Lethia's eyes widened as she quickly shook her head, trying to swallow the stubborn chunk of meat in her mouth.
"No… it's tasty. I like it," She forced it down with a gulp of water.
