He raised an eyebrow, as she ate, himself only half way through the meal. He offered her the rest of his, before heading back down and getting another meal to bring with himself, and to have a much larger portion delivered in a few minutes. He headed back up, and closed the door. "Might want to get presentable, the help is bringing up another meal for you, though if you need to work on it through the day, go ahead. You are on bed rest until at least mid day."<br/><br/>He resumed eating, and opened the door at the knock, letting them set up the nearly double meal on the table in the room. Once they were left, he shut the door, and resumed the initial conversation. "I am an ally, so saving each other from death is what we are going to do, and likely a significant number of times, judging by the fact that we have not even started your mother's mission yet.<br/><br/>However, both times, you were facing something that was well outside your training range. A sorcerer white dragon and a pair of necromancers supporting a veritable army of undead? Short of your mother being far more paranoid than I think she is, that ain't something most people train for.<br/><br/>But don't feel like you owe me something. You did manage to incinerate quite a number of the undead, which would have swamped the town in short order otherwise. And the white would have likely ripped every one in the room apart due to the sleep spell if it hadn't gone for you first. Which is why we are, supposedly, the 'good' guys. We lean on each other, help pull the others through rough spots."