Silver Moraine Where Do I Go From Here?

Rickon seemed genuinley happy to be here, and Grace felt her tail wagging in joy. At his sudden change, she only watched carefully, and when he expressed worry about the food the russet girl couldn't help but laugh. 
 
            "As a healer, I don't want to eat this nor would I suggest it to someone else- but you're right, I need something. Ill be able to hunt and move and stuff once we're out of here."

Her voice was sweet and light - she trusted him, for now. As if to bolden her words, she leaned down and ripped off a piece to chew on.