o hi thar
[ still woozy from a combination of junk foods that are far from existing in his world, eating several times more food than he's used to, and quite possibly from eating unreheated hotdog, Merlin is picking his way gingerly about the prison, trying to convince himself he's well enough for fresh air and light exercise. Not sure if the smell of the place is making him feel worse or better, he can't help but stop to stare at the girl shovelling food into her face as though she's never eaten before ]
[ he was looking paler than usual, but there's a tinge of green creeping in now ] Oh god, that's...disgusting.