"Hmm." If his quiet hum was anything to go by, Hadama did not seem to agree that a hunt 'a few days ago' counted as self-care. He accepted the sample and turned it over in his fingers, noting the lack of spices. Of herbs. Of so much as salt for a flavoring. His lips twitched towards a subtle frown to hear that she ate only when she was hungry, especially if the jerky was any indication of what she was eating.
"This... will keep you alive," he admitted slowly. Reluctantly. "But does eating it make you happy?" For himself the answer was, clearly, a resounding 'no' even if he did not give it voice. Instead he contemplated the dried meat a little longer before turning away and heading for the entrance to the Cathedral, back out into the Burrows beyond. "It is... difficult. To forage in the Climb," he called over his shoulder. "But not impossible."
Did she wish to follow?
"This... will keep you alive," he admitted slowly. Reluctantly. "But does eating it make you happy?" For himself the answer was, clearly, a resounding 'no' even if he did not give it voice. Instead he contemplated the dried meat a little longer before turning away and heading for the entrance to the Cathedral, back out into the Burrows beyond. "It is... difficult. To forage in the Climb," he called over his shoulder. "But not impossible."
Did she wish to follow?
