Rhocanth glanced down at the bag of jerky, tempted. According to protocol, it was most polite to refuse offered food at least once before accepting it (or else risk looking like some sort of starving peasant). Oh, forget it. He was too in need of breakfast to play coy. He repaid Imenry's generosity with a friendly grin, reaching for it.
"Very well, Imenry. Thank you kindly," he said, immediately tearing into a piece. It was good, flavorful meat, and he enjoyed it at a rapid pace, licking his fingers afterward. He wasn't one much for talking while he was eating, but it wasn't long before it was gone. If his mother had seen what had happened to his table manners, he mused, she would have smacked him.
As to her other question, he nodded slowly while he chewed, taking a glance out over the horizon. They were supposed to be standing watch, after all. As he swallowed the last bit and satisfied himself by looking in all directions, he answered, "I do well enough, I suppose. Sleeping on the ground is surprisingly difficult. My bones are not yet used to it. Perhaps if I were able to dream it might distract me, but alas there is nothing to do while I sleep but feel my spine misalign itself. It is a terribly quiet night, isn't it?"