TamLin grinned when Blazil said she loved the stew. “Glad we could find something filling for you,” She admitted as she spooned out her own bowl. When Blazil asked for more stew she was more than happy to oblige. “We have plenty of stew, so please eat your fill.”<br/><br/>Marcus could feel Blazil’s eyes on him now and then, and tried hard not to glance at her. Was he really that frightening that she had to keep an eye on him as if he was going to attack her at any moment? He didn’t want to know what men had done to her to make her so wary of all of them. He was uncomfortable with this guest to say the least. He was used to being looked at as though he might try to rape or mutilate people but that was always because he looked like a drow and there were stereotypes that went with that. He had become callous to that sort of fear. For some reason it bothered him that he was treated like a monster for being male.<br/><br/>That unease turned to annoyance when he glanced over and caught Blazil staring at him blatantly. John finished his chant and he almost reacted by snapping at her to tell her it was rude to stare. He wanted to yell and tell her he wasn’t a monster. Instead, he simply stared into her eyes from his place across the way and held up his forearms to show her the mess on them. “John is a healer with a bit of magic. It’ll be cured in a couple of hours. So don’t worry, if that’s what is in your head.” He tried to keep his voice neutral. He wasn’t about to bother telling her (or TamLin for that matter) that the healing stunk like various poisonous plant reactions. There wasn’t much point to complaining about it. After a moment he took his gaze away from Blazil and walked over to the stew pot to soup out his own bowl of food.