Lisa
Aarathros' stomach rumbled as he groaned and tightened his grasp around Terrel. Afterwards, he let out a sickeningly loud and wet belch that could easily be assumed to be one of soon-to-come vomit. "Need... Fooooooooodd..." Aarathros moaned in pain from both physical and mental problems at the moment.

For a while, Aarathros kept quiet though, but at some point in the ride, he hung to the side and begun dry heaving. The dry heaving momentarily became him puking blood and then went back to dry heaves. He must've dry heaved himself to the point he HAD to puke something up.
Robert
*The horse would give a pained whinny, tugging the lead around him as he shook his head side to side with the dry heaving lizard on his back. Turning around fully, Terrel picked his way around the blood stained earth and placed a hand Aarathros' back. His other hand went to one of the saddle bags as he reached into it and took out a single raw potato from the bunch. Uncooked at is was, he doubted that Aarathros would care much, especially when it would most likely just come back up in the long run.*

"If you're well enough to eat, then you can have one... Otherwise we'll have to make do here..." *Terrel didn't know if Aarathros was conscious enough to understand what he was saying nor did he care. The Elf held the raw potato out in front of the lizard, just enough distance away so that whatever blood he spewed wouldn't immediately fall on it.*
Lisa
Aarathros' hand immediately stretched out, grabbing the potato and shoving it into his mouth. One potato wasn't enough to sustain his hunger. His hand smacked around, trying to find more potatoes. He needed more food, and would do anything to get it. His hand crawled against the horse's side, the bare tips of his claws scraping against the steed's fur. "Foood..." The lizardfolk groaned louder as the horse's food-like smell poured into his nostrils once again.
Robert
*The horse let out a whinny of fear as he felt the claws of the lizardfolk scraping along his fur accompanied by the loud groans of hunger. He lurched to the side, rising up on his hind hooves to toss the lizard from its back desperately. Terrel quickly turned to his horse, moving to the side to avoid the horse's violent movements and reaching for the lead to regain control of him. His muscles tensed as he tried to keep the spooked horse from running off with the well-needed supplies.*

"Relax... Relax..." *He said in a low voice. Whether he was talking to the horse or Aarathros, either would have been a fairly accurate assumption. The horse kept tugging at the lead, however, he didn't pull with as much force to drag the elf along with it. Seeing opportunity, Terrel would carefully approach him, resting a hand on its rigid snout to calm him before looking back over to Aarathros.*