He still felt the same desire to share his bed with a woman, to start a family and be wholly together. It just was not with her, and it hurt to think about how that desire was twisted and contorted and how the love they had shared -- broken and tarnished and devouring -- was no more.
Glacier eyes finally bounced back up towards the raven, and he turned back towards the door to the processing room. He disappeared within, rummaging around some before reemerging with a plate full of cured and dried meats and fruits for himself, and a second plate with luxere meat that was not yet through the drying process. He did not think the boy was ready to return to his human form, so he fed the raven what raven's would prefer. He set the plate down, settling with his own and taking a bite of a hunk of luxere sausage.
