Ra'nek was starving, being on a regular food schedule was interesting and to be honest- well done. It was a perfect benefit for him. As he got up he looked to the line as they passed. The guards made him look away. Constant images of the men he once fought... The noble men he killed out of fear... The ones that came and hurt him. He dared not look at them. Soon as he could, he stopped and looked to the mage. His eyes filled with concern and worry as she held his arm. She was right... He didn't trust anyone. Well maybe not that- he could trust her just a little. After all... She saw his vulnerable side... The panther cub.<br/><br/>Ra'nek looked to the tent, "After I eat- I'd love some sleep... After weeping... I'm drained." He then followed her in as the sultry scents began to dance and skirt their wat into his nostrils. His hunger rose with each smell. Never once did he lifted his head as he was handed the plate of pewter. He nodded to her and followed the girl. Following the line. Each step... Walking closer looking to the food he licked his lips a bit. So much delicious choices.<br/><br/>He pointed to the fish and the bread, a staple he was used and enjoyed.  As he looked to the fish he could hear faint laughter in his subconscious and a woman's voice... Muffled and hard to hear. Maybe that's why he enjoyed it? Maybe it was a treat from his past? Shaking his head he held the plate in one hand as his head began to hurt a bit. Even at a far off trait in his memory... It made him feel a bit safer as he waited to collect the food. Hoping to see the brook soon.