Neverwinter Forest painted the hunger onto my skin

Two words batted away her question. So that was that, then. No family, or at least no desire to talk about any family. While his silence rubbed her the wrong way, a little--she had always been a talker--she understood clamming up about the past.

Thanking him for the green light to eat, Miyako sank her teeth into the animal's belly flesh and ripped a good chunk away, hardly chewing in her haste to swallow. The taste almost made her weak in the knees. She had subsisted on small game and on old carcasses on the verge of rotting for the past few weeks. Fresh venison was heaven in her mouth.

Her stomach had shrank considerably during her travels, and she found herself stuffed much faster than she usually was. Slowly stepping back from the body--still plenty where that came from--she licked her chops and nodded at Drogon. "Have at it, dude," she said, grinning, her stomach convulsing in a silent belch.