[He approaches once she beckons and drops down in front of the fire. It's warm. He hadn't really noticed but his fingers were numb and there was a dull ache in both of his arms. They ached when he got cold. A result of all the damage he'd done to them. But he hadn't really registered it.
At the question of food, he makes a face, remembering the taste of throwing up seawater, and shakes his head.]
I'm... not. I know I should but... It's hard to have an appetite right now.
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At the question of food, he makes a face, remembering the taste of throwing up seawater, and shakes his head.]
I'm... not. I know I should but... It's hard to have an appetite right now.