Ouroboros Spine kinuk ⊹

I think, He murmured dryly for the desert his throat had become. Admittedly he would not eat much of either, the way it settled in his empty stomach made for an odd sensation. One that threatened to make him nauseous. Even if he surely needed all the nutrients provided by the deer stomach and raspberry.

It would be with an apologetic smile that he slowed his eating of her offering. How rude it felt. Except he imagined it would be ruder if he...expelled the contents in this nice place.

Her question made him pause for a moment. He had not been ravaged by fever but — A...little? I don't know if that's just...stress perhaps. Exhaustion. Hadn't his mother told him about stressing himself into sickness? Perhaps that had been meant to be metaphor more than anything else.

What did you give me last night?

Curiosity and perhaps a need.