Ocean's Breath Plateau Breakfast is cold, as cold as our bed

Their manner towards Matthias seemed to shift slightly. 

Even as unsure as he seemed, he didn't question it.

The offer of food was then given again, but now more willingly. He simply nodded his thanks, readying to follow.

When I am able to hunt again, I will return what I have eaten to your cache. How rude it would have been not to. This was not his home, and the food he would eat was not of his own supply. What is taken must be returned. For this is how he thinks.