Neverwinter Forest Then all at once she understood,

Had there been much left in his stomach, he might have thrown up again as he heard Miriam begin eating what he'd digested for her, but fortunately, when he gagged, nothing else came up. He flattened his ears and stared away pointedly, forcing himself to remain there just to make sure his plan had worked and if it didn't, then he'd have to bury the slurry he'd vomited so it didn't attract other predators. 

Fortunately, his plan seemed to succeed- Miriam ate the pile of gross, reddish mess, and seemed to relax afterwards. He waited for some time- long enough for him to convince himself she wasn't going to throw it back up again- before he nodded and stood up. "Good. Now rest." He commented briskly, before he turned to give her as soft a look as his four, disgusted features could manage, before he stalked off. He could continue to provide for her in such a way- but he wouldn't go out of his way to do so. He'd mention his discovery to Aibreann, and leave the caring to his sister.