Noctis didn't eat. He held the bowl in his cold hands, soaking in the warmth from it, specially when Russell had gotten up and moved away. Noctis wasn't hungry or thirsty or upset that Carrick was winning their little game. He was cold, wet, and tired and he just wanted to sleep. Noctis' head dropped forward as he lost conscious for a moment, the bowl slipping from his hands and hitting the floor.