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She was likely so starved that she was delusional. At least she was conscious, or partially so- but whatever it was that kept her going, it wouldn't keep her going much longer if she didn't eat. If she truly had no apetite, then he figured she might have been beyond his help; either that, or whatever malady it was that she had was simply telling her brain that she wasn't hungry, the same way the white-plague would make a wolf fear and loathe the water. Something was wrong with her- but avoiding food was not going to make her better.

She asked him about his beliefs but he wasn't in the mood to make up a story just to please her. Nor was he interested in getting into a discussion about her beliefs, because he'd just fall asleep and that wouldn't help her any. With his luck, she'd probably die while he slept there, and then he'd be found with her body and yet again- no one would believe him when he told them what had actually happened.

“Look, lady,” He said. “You don't eat, you die. I don't care if you feel like you just ate an entire elk- you look like you haven't eaten in weeks so you need to eat.” He said. “As soon as you do, you'll realize how fucking starving you really are so just do me one fucking favour,” He said, and shoved the piece of meat up against her lips again, a bit more roughly this time. “And eat the goddamn meat.”