Seferia: The rations I just gave you are from fresh supplies. They are more than acceptable. *tears off a bit of her pork meat and pops it into her mouth* ~As for raw meat, I do not blame you. My species is made for it, yours is not.~ *looks down at him* ~Are you most certain that you do not want the bed?~
Hope: *Groans and slowly shakes her head* I’m sorry.. My head’s swimming and all hazy. I don’t know. *tries to give him a weak grin* If I remember, I’ll tell you, I promise.