"I will keep it and take good care of it, then," was all she said before she put away the knife, tucking it away in her boot. "And you have been human since two days ago. Unfortunately what sustained you before isn't going to sustain you while you're here."
And Fen was going to hate hearing that he starved to death. Death by bandits, if one had to even die, was kind of the cooler option.
Her hands free now, Fen placed one on his forearm. "Can I take you somewhere to eat? You're going to need food this week. I know the exact place that has more fulfilling and hearty meals." She wouldn't push, of course, but she'd have to strongly urge if she had to. "Your stomach is growling because you're hungry. It's your human body telling you to eat."