[He laughs just once, short with a slow shake of his head. She is stubborn to a fault, but he doesn't push her away. He's sore, he's tired, this entire place is an unexpected shift. Having someone to watch his back who isn't quite as injured would only be a help.]
Have you tried the food?
[It's a gentle start at something like a conversation. The kind that isn't immediately an interrogation. He nods toward the tables and then puts an arm around her shoulder, putting some of his weight on her with the intention of both letting her help and easing some of his own exhaustion.]
no subject
Have you tried the food?
[It's a gentle start at something like a conversation. The kind that isn't immediately an interrogation. He nods toward the tables and then puts an arm around her shoulder, putting some of his weight on her with the intention of both letting her help and easing some of his own exhaustion.]
It's not poisoned.