Odie could sense his curiosity; his worry. The way he touched himself... She'd also noticed the feel of his skin. It was smooth... Cold. Maybe she should've burned some wood in the fire place. His stomach growled and Odie stiffled a laugh. "A good mystery... I'm not sure myself! But have some faith, Jean. You could be... A prince! Or maybe a pirate who'd been in town for a few days to sell some of the booty he's obtained. Maybe there was a bomb in them and you accidentally lit it while lighting your cigar! So many things you could be." As she finished with his bandages, she threw the rest in a basket. "Sure, I have food! I just made soup, unless you'd prefer something else? What are you hungry for, Jean?"