Sitting in the kitchen he hadn't even noticed the other coming in but was pulled from his rumenating with the question. "Ya. I'm familiar." He added as he was too a warrior and had set far too many of his own injuries both intentional and not. He got up and moved to touch the wing surprised with how much it had healed as he went to shift and feel the flesh where it should be. He didn't know shit about wings but he figured he would give it a shot. Worst came to worst he could get more capable hands to help. His first crack at it wasn't half bad and be managed to pop them into the right area not being brutal but needing to apply force.<br/><br/>He moved to wash his hands as he did so and got the steak with baked potatoes and brussel sprouts plates. This wasn't exactly trauma food but it's what his body had made in auto pilot. Seemed they both had a lot to process. He wanted to tell Abbaddon that he was an open book that all he had to do was ask but Kane didn't think the man could handle stumbling upon any more surprises in his past. He served the food to his mate with nothing for himself as he offered the meal. Earthly hunger was an old and familiar feeling and comforting by now.