Draco stopped by Hale's cell as his hand was grabbed by him, smiling softly and squeezing it gently. "Don't worry for me....I will survive somehow....here..." Draco pulled out a small bag from his belt, it was sealed hard and with a liquid-proof spell that he knew. "...you need it more then I...." Then Draco walked to his cell as the guard tapped him with the tip of his spear, closing the door as Draco leaned against the far wall; contained within the bag was a small chunk of cheese and bread that Draco had been saving for a hard time, feeling that it was the Honorable thing to do for Hale since Draco knew that he could last somehow.