[ mavis catches the bar against her chest. turns it over in her hand. it doesn't look like food, but he'd claimed it was.
nothing if not practical, she bites into it like a starving animal. he wouldn't go to all this work to tend her wounds just to poison her, and judging by the sun's position, it's been almost two days since she last ate. that's assuming she'd only been out for hours, not over a day.
she eyes him warily. he's barely more than a shadow against the blanket of the night. ]
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nothing if not practical, she bites into it like a starving animal. he wouldn't go to all this work to tend her wounds just to poison her, and judging by the sun's position, it's been almost two days since she last ate. that's assuming she'd only been out for hours, not over a day.
she eyes him warily. he's barely more than a shadow against the blanket of the night. ]
How are you doing that?