The smell of food woke Horen. He listened quietly as Kate went to the door and retrieved her dinner. He was hungry, though not starving as he was before. He blinked open his eyes, glad the swelling had gone down a little. He gingerly licked his lips. They were sore but healing. Little did anyone know that he was able to heal exceptionally fast, as long as he had fresh food and a little time. He had been deprived of both these long weeks, and so his body had become weaker rather than staying strong.<br/><br/>He looked over to Kate and noticed it was now dark outside the porthole. It had still been noon when they boarded the vessel. He saw her as she ladled some kind of soup into two bowls as he silently sat up, then she turned to look at him. He was sure he was still a sorry sight, even if he was cleaned now. He had been in bad shape.