With Warren quiet, seemingly lost in his thoughts, Kai continued eating, getting lost in her own thoughts. Maybe she'd been asleep for more than a day. Judging by the pain in her stomach, it had been more than just a day of not eating. Even the gritty texture of the food in the pouch didn't bother her. As she ate, her thoughts turned from hunger to something else, something that bothered her, made her wonder.<br/><br/>After she'd dragged Warren into the shelter a day (or two) ago, she spent the better part of that first evening in there crying over him and begging him not to die on her. Why? At first she thought it might have been because it was like losing her parents all over again. Granted she had known him barely a full day, she felt this odd....bond with Warren; a closeness she couldn't explain. How she felt after she'd lost her parents, it was horrible; she never wanted to feel that way again. But thinking she was going to lose Warren had brought on a different wave of hurt and guilt. She still couldn't come up with any explanation as to why.<br/><br/>Thankfully, before she could drive herself crazy, a voice invaded her thoughts, pulling her back to the real world. Her eyes had been locked on the pouch in her hand without even realizing it. Focusing, she could see she'd hit bottom; no more food. Warren's words registering, she looked up at him and nodded.<br/><br/>"If you think you're alright to travel. It'd definitely be better than snow and sticks."