At that comment, he finally raised his eyes to her. He gave her a fleeting sort of smile, holding her gaze. His breathing was starting to regulate, at least a little. And as it did so, he remembered he had granola bars in his pockets.
Asterion always had food on him. Literally always. Having been kept without for so long, he wouldn't be caught dead without some kind of sustenance tucked away on his person. He drew two of them out, chocolate chip and covered in chocolate as well, and handed one over. "Here," he said, trying to still stay a bit far away, even though he was reaching out to her. He didn't want her to think it was a ploy to get close. "Food."