[ He sets into the food quickly, only sparing time enough for a quick, grateful glance and a word of thanks beforehand. The stew is hot, fills his stomach with a pleasant warmth, and the first spoonful is enough to remind him that it’s been literal days since the last time he’s had a hot meal, even if he wasn’t aware of time passing. It could have tasted like mud, and he would’ve scarfed it down – but it’s just as well that it doesn’t. Makes swallowing it down a whole lot easier.
He chews on a piece of meat thoughtfully at her question, buying himself some time. Hard to pin down a direct answer, he thinks. “I do what I have to” isn’t exactly the most comforting way of replying, so he decides on the easier response. ]
I play cards, mostly. Guess I’m a professional gambler, if you like.
no subject
He chews on a piece of meat thoughtfully at her question, buying himself some time. Hard to pin down a direct answer, he thinks. “I do what I have to” isn’t exactly the most comforting way of replying, so he decides on the easier response. ]
I play cards, mostly. Guess I’m a professional gambler, if you like.