"Don't be a wuss," Ellie says to this grown ass man, and begins carving the can open with her stiletto. Once she's pulled the lid off, she spears a pinapple slice out and carefully begins to cut it, trying to make as little of a mess as possible.

"The blight... the thing you fight." She's a little distracted with a slippery fruit, so give her a moment. When they're in bite-sized chunks, she tosses one to carver before throwing a few in her mouth.

"It was, um." She's told this story before. Don't be a wuss. She just doesn't want to ruin the pure... something. The wonder of knowing a knight (even if he says he's not) with the mundane horrors of her life. "We just call it the infection. You catch it, you turn into a fuckin' monster that just... kills people. Everything fell apart."