"It's good." he stares evenly at the half-full cup.
The bread and the buttery greens help even out the salty flavor, and he mixes the two together. It was easier to avoid getting his hands too messy when he could carry them on the bread, anyway. Even though he didn't participate the prayer, his pace and the amount of food gave them ample time to catch up.
Listening to them talk about their lives felt like looking into the window of an entirely different world. Guts felt unsure how he should react, ignorant as he was on how to take care of children or prepare milk. His first thought is that it was rather boring, and how didn't fit him at all. He dwelled on how much he missed his sword, and particularly how much less he had to think about things when he only had to worry about swinging it.
But one question does linger on his mind as Aren begins to dig into the food.
"Why'd you trust me with your kid?" he asks rather suddenly. "The rest of them wouldn't even get close to me. Vena only did because Lashan made her."
He finds it hard to believe that this one would be so accepting when the rest of them had been so vividly fearful. Were they looking for something? An ulterior motive? And why the show of kindness before? He has a hard time believing it was simply altruistic or a moment of confusion.
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The bread and the buttery greens help even out the salty flavor, and he mixes the two together. It was easier to avoid getting his hands too messy when he could carry them on the bread, anyway. Even though he didn't participate the prayer, his pace and the amount of food gave them ample time to catch up.
Listening to them talk about their lives felt like looking into the window of an entirely different world. Guts felt unsure how he should react, ignorant as he was on how to take care of children or prepare milk. His first thought is that it was rather boring, and how didn't fit him at all. He dwelled on how much he missed his sword, and particularly how much less he had to think about things when he only had to worry about swinging it.
But one question does linger on his mind as Aren begins to dig into the food.
"Why'd you trust me with your kid?" he asks rather suddenly. "The rest of them wouldn't even get close to me. Vena only did because Lashan made her."
He finds it hard to believe that this one would be so accepting when the rest of them had been so vividly fearful. Were they looking for something? An ulterior motive? And why the show of kindness before? He has a hard time believing it was simply altruistic or a moment of confusion.