Eli
He was going to tell her it was alright, he'd noticed she'd pulled her hand away from the glance, but he was a bit too late, she'd already gotten up and had moved on, Eli merely making the sound of a word, but deciding against it, sighing to himself. She was up and to the kitchen in a matter of moments, coming back with food for him. He offered her a thankful smile, and with the same enthusiasm as when she'd handed him the stew, he bit down into the cheese, and within a few moments it had gone, along with the bread- he was a bit of a messy eater and once more he looked at her. "Mrm- thanks- I'm not exactly used to food like this- military food ain't exactly top notch so you learn to just get everything down as quickly as you can, since you have no idea when you'll next me eating." he said, offering a bit of an explanation for his lack of any sort of manners.
He brushed his hands off, as he stood up, finally looking down at her again.
"Thanks Phoebe- you need any help at all? I don't mind doing a task you give me; beats sitting around." he asked, hands resting on his hips idly. For everything Eli was, people couldn't say he wasn't eager to work or help.
He brushed his hands off, as he stood up, finally looking down at her again.
"Thanks Phoebe- you need any help at all? I don't mind doing a task you give me; beats sitting around." he asked, hands resting on his hips idly. For everything Eli was, people couldn't say he wasn't eager to work or help.
"Si vis pacem, para bellum." - If you want peace, prepare for war.
