Wheeling Gull Isle Hello There

Connor really hasn't even thought of eating them himself? Perhaps eating something new was frightening to some, not knowing how well it would sit in one's stomach, some things were also poisonous... and so his uncertainty of eating the creatures was of course understandable. 

Possibly. This was all so new to him, even now his head began to split just talking about it to the cinnamon man. Feeling himself getting aggravated over the uncertainty of everything, Rose took in a deep breath and let it out through his nose at a slow and steady pace. I'm not... good at understanding others... or myself. He admitted, hoping that maybe Connor had answers for him instead.

Ashamed, he kept his eye away from his companion. Unsure if he could mentally handle a judgemental look without snapping.

Don't we all, he said. They all desired to change, it seemed like a strange answer. Curious, he followed Connor's gaze to the sky, unsure of what he was looking at. I don't know how to be a confidant. What that demands from me. I've only ever been a warrior, nothing more than a soldier.