Noemi's frown deepened. "Why aren't you eating it?"

“It's still a bit hot. I'll eat it once it cools down slightly,”

Rosalynn explained, watching the steam swirl above the bowl.

Without a word, Noemi sat beside her and took over the task of cooling the soup, gently blowing across the surface.

"It's not hot anymore. Have a taste," she insisted, scooping a spoonful of the soup and bringing it towards Rosalynn's lips.