"Being observant is usually always a good thing," Erin said, watching as he enjoyed his food.  His amused expression didn't escape her notice, but she didn't attempt to explore his thoughts to see what had caused it.  It was fairly easy for her to ignore mundane or casual thoughts, especially when she didn't have their permission for perusing their thoughts, but more serious thoughts and emotions were harder to overlook.<br/><br/>His feeling of worthlessness was one such example, and she felt her own emotions stir in response, even more determined to help him than she'd been already.  No one should have to feel like they weren't worth anything, and she only hoped that he would eventually trust them enough to talk about himself and his feelings more directly.<br/><br/>It didn't come as a surprise to her that he was still so tired, and being aware of how skittish he still was, she waited until he was asleep before she reached to take the empty plate from him, setting the empty dishes back on the tray.  She couldn't resist smoothing a lock of hair from his forehead though, her touch light, compassion in her eyes as she looked down at him.  She let her touch linger only for a second before she made herself focus on something else, busying herself with gathering up the rest of the dishes and organizing them as quietly as she could manage, motioning to Janessa that she should come with her, and let Larrin sleep.  She wanted to fill her in on what she could remember seeing from his mind, and speculate on who or what he might be.<br/><br/>Making her way to the kitchen, she set the tray down, refilling the pitcher and going to leave it on the small table beside Larrin's bed, in case he should wake up and want water.  Coming back into the kitchen, she let the curiosity and worry she felt for him show, now that the two of them were by themselves, filling Janessa in on the things she'd glimpsed from his mind, and how she guessed he'd somehow been fighting with wolves, and describing the image of the fire she'd glimpsed, although she wasn't sure if that had been something recent, or from his past.  Everything felt jumbled to her still, but she wanted to talk to someone about it anyway.<br/><br/>"I wish we could do more for him," she finished.  "He feels like he wasn't worth saving, that he wasn't worth our effort," she added, her words low as she went about straightening up the kitchen, letting Janessa help if she wanted.  "At least we kept him alive though, and we can work on making him glad of it too, assuming he lets us, once he feels better," she said, trying to be positive, wondering what Janessa would think of all of this.