05-09-2011, 10:22 PM
He had no doubt in his mind that she would recover. Nor had he any inclination to offer her any food he might have. At least, not until she asked. It wasn't rudeness that had prevented him from offering what he did have, though she might see it as such, it was more the fact that if he gave her his meager rations, there would be less or none at all left for him when he became hungry. Though. Such a thing was trivial. Already scolding words from his deity were whispered in his ear, in his mind.
"I have naught but dried beef and clean water." He said that, and for a moment it seemed as if he really would keep such things to himself. Only a moment though and he moved, pushing the edges of his cloak back to reveal his simple black tunic, simple black breeches, the small pouch that hung at his waist and the waterskin next to it. His movements were slow, but deliberate. He pulled the pouch from his belt, and then the waterskin. "You may eat and drink as much of it as you want." Those words spoken as he stood, stepping closer to her so that he could hand the items to her.
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