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Rannoch smiled with appreciation in regards to what she had said and her offering. Not wanting to offend her, and because his stomach was beginning to feel the first irritating hum of hunger, he accepted the leg. Making quick work of it, once he had proposed the limb before his forearms, Rannoch devoured the portion quickly before turning back to the Medic. 

"Thanks for that," Rannoch replied once he had pushed the bone away and licked away most of the residue from the meal. Despite his best efforts, a tendril of meat hung from the corner of his mouth, and it went unnoticed to the Iota. "I was out for a while, wasn't I?" he inquired as he quickly surveyed the den and realized that the light that tricked into the den was already dimming.