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Nithel glanced up as the girl touches his hands, her touch gentle, hesitant. She shook her head, as if afraid. Not wanting to impose. “You – eat,” She let go of him, and pointed at herself. “Me – fine.”

His brows lifted the smallest bit. He hadn’t expected her to refuse food. He breathed in and out, eyes looking at her face, the blood. His heart ached for her, and concern was in his eyes. If only he had a cup! He could fetch her water, or a rag to bathe her face…

He glances back to the water, and considers pulling her over there. But she might take it like he was trying to hurt her. He didn’t want to scare her, or possibly break trust. He pulled in a long slow breath again, eyes sliding to her’s, before he looked to the bag, and pulled out some dried fruit. He wasn’t sure what fruit it was, but… He held it out to her, and gestured with his head toward some water. “Come.” He held her eyes a moment, trying to put kindness and lightness in his own. Love.

After a moment, he glances to Alessio, making sure the youth is alright, before looking back to the girl, and taking a step that direction. His voice soft, but still firm. “Come.”

As for eating some of it himself; he would only do that after everyone else had eaten. In that, he was like Gabrel.

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