Felix couldn’t argue with the comment the man made before lifting himself up from his position kneeling upon the floor. He nodded slowly as he watched Arsène move to join him, and as soon as he was giving permission to eat be began eagerly digging in to the sustenance that was provided. He didn’t mind that the stew was bland, nor that the bread was stale, this sort of fare was leaps and bounds above what he usually found himself consuming. He lifted the bowl of stew to his lips and began sipping the thin broth that it consisted of, a shiver of pleasure running down his spine as the admittedly bland, but warm, oily liquid slid down his throat and coated his chilled insides. He pulled the bowl from his mouth when his companion began to speak again and he raised his eyebrows slightly as he tuned into his words, setting the stew aside and reaching up to wipe his lips upon the back of his forearm.<br/><br/>“Well, I actually ended up sleeping for a majority of the day’s travel,” he admitted softly, reaching down to break off a piece of the bread carefully. He popped it into his mouth and chewed slowly, all the while gazing over at Arsène levelly. “The carriages aren’t the most comfortable of accommodations, but I haven’t had a considerable amount of time to catch up on rest in quite a while, so I suppose my need for sleep overrode the discomfort,” he commented softly before breaking off another chunk of bread and retrieving a piece of low grade meat from the bottom of his bowl, popping it into his mouth as the priest began relaying where his own thoughts had been wandering during their short afternoon of travel. He didn’t comment on the fact that the holy man’s thoughts had been with him. He assumed that they were with every single one of his wards at that time, so it didn’t seem like a particularly moving thing for him to say. He did find himself wondering if he’d come up with any ideas as to save them, but in response to the agitated whisperings he heard he didn’t ask after them.<br/><br/>“The food is wonderful. I’m sure I’ll be a bit sick tonight from the quantities you’ve gifted me with,” he admitted softly, though he broke off another hunk of bread and picked out some more meat from the bottom of his bowl happily after he spoke. The next question that was posed, however, gave him pause. He pursed his lips thoughtfully, halting his chewing for a second before resuming and swallowing the bit he’d placed in his mouth.<br/><br/>“I’ve felt more or less like myself, yes. Perhaps a bit nervous, though I don’t believe that to be out of place considering the circumstances,” he admitted with a slight shrug of your shoulders. “If you’re asking whether or not I’ve felt my parasite, I have to say that I’ve felt and heard even less of it than I normally do. What I have experienced has been pleasantly faint, I’m sure you’ll be happy to hear.” He continued on eating them, having no even attempted to use the utensil’s provided as it simply wasn’t something he was accustomed to doing. He finished up the bowl of stew and the chunk of old bread and then he settled back, watching Arsène closely as he continued to eat and tilting his head to the side slightly as he observed him.