"I'm not used to physical labor, is all. I'll be well enough with rest and food."
It's not a complete lie, but it's far from honesty, and his voice has an unpleasant thickness to it from the ashes. His eyes turn to what Kiyo's got in his hands, a way of shifting the conversation away from himself and his personal inadequacies.
He's certainly well enough to take a blanket and spread it out, and place a small Audrey on the edge to hold it down. They might not have need to worry about wind blowing it about indoors, but habits die hard.
"I'm familiar with bread, but not of this type - are these from different regions of your world?"
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It's not a complete lie, but it's far from honesty, and his voice has an unpleasant thickness to it from the ashes. His eyes turn to what Kiyo's got in his hands, a way of shifting the conversation away from himself and his personal inadequacies.
He's certainly well enough to take a blanket and spread it out, and place a small Audrey on the edge to hold it down. They might not have need to worry about wind blowing it about indoors, but habits die hard.
"I'm familiar with bread, but not of this type - are these from different regions of your world?"