Mica watched her as she attempted to use the silverware.  She was actually doing a somewhat of a good job with them.  The more she was able to use them the better off she would be.<br/><br/>Mica was noticing that all the questions that he was asking her about herself she seem to be avoiding the questions.  How was he ever going to be able to help her or make things better if she didn't share it with him.<br/><br/>"So are you going to tell me anything about yourself, or am I just going to have to be ok with whatever you tell me?"<br/><br/>Mica did not like the idea of putting on this trust in her, especially when he was not a trusting person in general.  He just wanted to understand what kind of creature she was and how she came to be living out in the woods.  He wanted to protect her, but he couldn't if he didn't know what he was protecting her from.<br/><br/>"Please, I just want to understand."