He eyed the meat warily, but the soup he was glad to partake of. It was only when his hunger was not fully satisfied that he tried the monkey meat, and found it to actually be an alright thing. He'd make sure to pass his thanks along to the one who cooked the meal; he's had far better in his life, but this was still pretty good; doubly so when one considered what the Elves here had to work with.<br/><br/>He frowned a bit when the ship is mentioned again; possibly survivors. More likely than not, though, the majority of the passengers drowned and were eaten by sea monsters. Ugh. Drowning. What a way to go. He shuddered at the thought of it.<br/><br/>His attention would shift to Deneve, watching her as she spoke. He remains quiet for now, preferring instead to think over what it is he really wants to do with his life. Originally, he'd hope to find a place amongst the Elves, but now he's thinking it might be a lot better to just keep exploring the island, and seeing what else is out there; the brief sojourn has been enough to awaken a latent wanderlust in him.