[He wrinkles his nose, unsure if she's laughing at him or not— but it's not like there's anything he can say about it, is there?
He watches her with a sort of curious wariness, while she clambers around; he's not really threatened by her, necessarily, but after all that just happened he knows better than to assume she's helpless. Abundance of caution, and all that.
When she comes up with food instead of, like, a knife or something, the guardedness in his expression settles, but just a little bit.
His first instinct is not to take it. Resourceful or not, she's still just a kid; she'll need it more than him, if food gets to be hard to find. Plus it's just... kind of weird, even if it's just the shape and the wrapper that's throwing him off; dried, salted meat isn't that strange on its own.
He knows it's meant to be an olive branch, though. Refusing it might be worse in the long run.]
Can't say it looks any worse than what I normally get. [It is, in fact, much better than what he normally gets. He takes it from her, and sniffs it experimentally.] Thanks.
[Is there a better way to communicate that? He visibly struggles for a second, then lands on an awkward, exaggerated tilt of his head and a vague gesture with the jerky.] Thank you.
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He watches her with a sort of curious wariness, while she clambers around; he's not really threatened by her, necessarily, but after all that just happened he knows better than to assume she's helpless. Abundance of caution, and all that.
When she comes up with food instead of, like, a knife or something, the guardedness in his expression settles, but just a little bit.
His first instinct is not to take it. Resourceful or not, she's still just a kid; she'll need it more than him, if food gets to be hard to find. Plus it's just... kind of weird, even if it's just the shape and the wrapper that's throwing him off; dried, salted meat isn't that strange on its own.
He knows it's meant to be an olive branch, though. Refusing it might be worse in the long run.]
Can't say it looks any worse than what I normally get. [It is, in fact, much better than what he normally gets. He takes it from her, and sniffs it experimentally.] Thanks.
[Is there a better way to communicate that? He visibly struggles for a second, then lands on an awkward, exaggerated tilt of his head and a vague gesture with the jerky.] Thank you.
[Maker.]