(Caius)
Her stomach gave a small sound against my side.
I looked down at her.
"You really are hungry," I said.
"I told you I was."
"I thought you were making conversation."
"I don't make conversation about food," she said. "If I say I'm hungry, I'm hungry."
I looked at the window. The fire had burned down while we lay there and it was full dark outside, the deep dark of the middle of the night with the mountain quiet around us.
"There's no food here," I said.
"I know. That's what I've been saying."
I was quiet for a moment, thinking.
"I could hunt," I said.
She lifted her head off my chest and looked at me.
"Now?"
"Now," I said. "There's game close to here. I know where it moves this time of night. I could bring something back and cook it. There's a pit outside for that."
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