Looking over his shoulder at the elf woman who was offering food he felt a pain of loathing and sadness, this woman may have only good intentions, but he, in some way saw it as pity and didn't want any pity from her. He turned his face from her and didn't take the rations.<br/><br/>He, still not looking at the elf, gave a small sigh, he was hungry but rather than taking the rations he just crawled into a bed roll and led facing away from the group, mostly covered by a bush out of sight, sleeping in his full mask and clothing.<br/><br/>Tossing and turned a little but could not get to sleep, so he sat up and waited, looking up at the star filled sky, he could name a few, from the old world, he had been in a broken building, or maybe read it from a book long being he was captured.<br/><br/>His eyes drifted to his claws, simple blades of metal that could cut flesh, light enough to act like they were not even there, and solid enough to stand bending.<br/><br/>“Anyone else not able to sleep?” He asked out of the silence.<br/><br/>Rubbing his arm awkwardly he wanted to try and get someone to talk again, maybe rejoin in the group in a last stitch effort to be a part of whatever this was.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>