[It wouldn't do to ask "what happened". If she can't think, then she probably doesn't have the energy to recall why she's so hungry. He's never starved before; he's a rich boy who always had his filling of food, and if not, it wouldn't be long until he had some. But he can imagine the pain she must be in.
He shifts his hand over his eyes and turns his head away to face the forest ground instead.]
Can't you feed on me the way you did it before? I know it won't be much, but maybe it'd help some...
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He shifts his hand over his eyes and turns his head away to face the forest ground instead.]
Can't you feed on me the way you did it before? I know it won't be much, but maybe it'd help some...