"Eh'lizabeth." Zun uttered, while poking her softly with the spoon in the center of her chest, then poked his own armor covered chest  likewise, "Zun'woh." And as she briefly met his gaze, he made a point to hold her eyes longer then she did his. A primal, fundamental show of dominance, and to him, her inability to meet his eyes for long was either a sign of submission, or fear. But either way, it meant he won. The fact punctuated by how he snorted, and cut her rope binding away with the skinning knife, but left the shackles in place. He would not let her shift, nor risk her using magic on him.<br/><br/>Now that they had been untied, and fed, he sat in his own corner, silently brooding as he watched them interact. Only now did he eat or drink, though he was scraping the bottom of the pot for what was left, and drink the remains of the mostly depleted water skin.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>