Fiona said, "Aria, Elijah, come have some soup." After setting the two bowls on the coffee table, Fiona pushed one toward each of them. Her eyes crinkled with warmth. "I made this myself. It's slow-cooked chicken soup, so it's good for your blood. "Elijah, you're still weak since you just woke up, so drink up. And Aria, you must be exhausted after running around doing all that work. You need this too. Go on, have it while it's hot." Aria looked at the ceramic bowl before her. The soup had cooked down to a rich, creamy white, dotted with plump berries and glossy dates. Steam curled up from the surface, carrying a deep, savory smell. She looked up at Fiona. "Mom, you didn't have to." "Don't be silly." Fiona smiled and ruffled her hair. "When Elijah collapsed and the doctors couldn't do anything, I had no choice but to call you. You did all the hard work. If it weren't for you, he wouldn't be awake right now." She turned to Elijah with eyes full of love. "Go ahead and try it.
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