Gracis comes up short when the woman plants her staff on the ground, looking up at her quietly, timidly. He undoes the lacing that holds his sweat-damp tunic closed, lifting it over his head, folding it carefully over an arm.<br/><br/>He looks at her, expression slightly pleading. "Please Melina, I...I was just going to get something to eat." He sounds hungry, and frustrated - perhaps he thinks he's in trouble?