Salvador did not show it, but he was nervous as hell. He had learned quite quickly to keep his emotions hidden. All of them but anger towards everything and everyone. He quietly ate his thick soup and munched on the big pieces of potato in it, while his mind was racing as he feared all the things they had to do when they would be running away. Leaving the castle, traveling without being spotted, finding a ship that would bring them, heading towards the big city, meeting ... meeting the leader of the North. The latter he mind fear the most, for he knew how much the North hated the users of magic, especially the members of the five mages that wielded these intense powerful weapons. What worried him the most had to be his own temper, would he be able to stay respectfully?
When they both had finished their soup, a piece of chocolate pie was brougth to them, and by the looks of it a nice big slice. Salvador had insisted upon chocolate, knowing fully well he would not have any of it for a very long time. He liked chocolate, it was his comfort food so nobody would think anything of it. Just their king eating one of the most expansive foods in the world while his kingdome was falling. He watched Meila as she looked at the strange dark brown, early black cake with its very strange but sweet smell. "This is chocolate, it is made from a plant in the far south. There is nothing as expansive that one can eat and like in this world. Please, try a bite. I think you will like it. " he told her gently as he gestured for her to take a bite.