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Ariadne’s tone was kind, but her words made him wither in shame. His evening had been a blur- it hadn’t taken long for the meal of rotten crab apples to effect him but he could only remember the earliest sensations. It’d been fun, for a time- lightly dizzying and confusing, but he’d had a lackadaisical sense of merriment. 

Then his insides seemed to register that it was too much, and that it was time to evacuate the light toxin out of his system right in front of the quiet guardian. 

”Yes, it did.” He agreed with a nod. Aside from the dull headache, he recovered well. She mentioned food, and he shyly shook his head, shrugging his bronzed shoulder. ”I was just about to hunt- I really owe you and your pack for taking me in and taking care of me.” He said. 

He would remember her name next time, he decided- and he would certainly remember her face, though he was too ashamed to look at her for very long. ”I’m Leith.”