[ To be fair, Egil hasn't seen a lot of the world, but he doesn't need to know even half of it to understand it. He's spent his entire life trying to survive, killing to keep himself safe, and once, years ago, he'd killed to keep someone else safe. But that doesn't matter now, hasn't mattered in a long time, and he doesn't want to care about someone dying over something they've done for him if he can help it. It's probably a bit selfish anyway, watching Wash actually follow through almost a little too intensely. His eyes drop to his mouth, then lift to search his face for any signs of...something. Reading people is difficult still, and considering how isolated he's been for the longest time, it's a wonder he can pick up on anything from what he sees.
Yet, it feels genuine—for what it's worth. Egil slowly uncurls himself and pokes at the food on his plate again, coating the tip of his finger in something soft before carefully tasting it. The flavor isn't as deep as some of the things Florian might have made, but it's decent. He's hungry enough not to really care at this point. ]
Not yet, but we both might be tomorrow. [ He gives a little shrug and slowly resigns himself to the fact it might actually be okay to eat something. His guard drops a bit, leaning over to look at Wash's plate. ] What's that supposed to be? [ He gestures to, well, all of it. ]
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Yet, it feels genuine—for what it's worth. Egil slowly uncurls himself and pokes at the food on his plate again, coating the tip of his finger in something soft before carefully tasting it. The flavor isn't as deep as some of the things Florian might have made, but it's decent. He's hungry enough not to really care at this point. ]
Not yet, but we both might be tomorrow. [ He gives a little shrug and slowly resigns himself to the fact it might actually be okay to eat something. His guard drops a bit, leaning over to look at Wash's plate. ] What's that supposed to be? [ He gestures to, well, all of it. ]