<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">With a rather humiliating and not-so graceful entrance, the pain in his stomach nearing unbearable. He would sometimes not realize how hungry he was until he started eating. And by then, he would have had his fill and quelled his thirst. Hearing footsteps drawing near, he could only imagine who could have heard and witnessed such a faceplant...<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Are you hurt?"</span><br/><br/>The hooded man, slightly relieved to have his face on the ground... The great shame, hidden from all, and he could shake this off. He tried to move, but his body would not budge... Or so he thought. As the man prepared the healing miracle... Slowly though not very much, he tried to turn himself. Soon noticing the man's palm, glowing faintly, the hooded man looked up, his midnight hues, trying to get a good look at this man. However, they widened with confusion as someone else had just notice his pratfall... Before the man could try and soothe and his aching, this... woman, he thought.<br/><br/>His mouth watered at the sight of the bread, licking his lips at the sight. He could barely see her pouring... well, something onto the bread. <br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Poor sod is thinner than a skeleton! This man needs booze! And food!"</span><br/><br/>Being fed the bread piece by piece... the man tries to scarf down the pieces in his mouth already, careful not to bite the woman's hand in the process. Swallowing each piece whole... His arms grips at his stomach again, feeling it rumble and shake under his grasp. Trying to stand up, wobbling a bit, he looks up at the two with a smile and little belch. <span style="color: #4040FF">" Excuse me for the shock, but I thank you for that..."</span> He said, scratching his stomach, the grumbling growing softer, like a cat purring during its catnap. <span style="color: #4040FF">"I've been on the road for seven days... And I guess it took its toll quicker than I thought..."</span></span>