For not the first time, Rayne found herself struck by the similarities she and this strange young man shared. She, too, made it a practice to abstain from drinking when she could, to condition herself for the times when she could not. She, too, had arrived here hungry, and she, too, had taken her fill.
To this end, she gestured toward his plate. "Were I able," she said, "I doubt I'd stop in your position, either." She didn't want him not to be comfortable. The idea made her ill at ease, and that told her something about herself. She was becoming fond of this human with his steel skin and thick accent and warrior's heart.
"They do not seem to wish us ill," she said quietly. "Although, I believe they're looking at us in much the same way as a master looks at a tiresome pet." It would do well, she thought to herself, to remain in the good graces of the ones who held their fate.