[Although neither food or water are what he wants most right now, Liem accepts the canteen and the bag of food, placing the bag in his lap while he uncaps the canteen to wet his throat. Although he doesn’t drink more than a few sips, the water does at least help to rinse some of the iron-sweet taste of sap from his mouth.
Having done that, he recaps the canteen and places it down, leaning it against his leg.]
I thought you might. I had… a dream, before I emerged.
[His fingers work at the ties on the bag, easing it open while his head remains leant back against the roots, his gaze on Hayame. By the weight and bulk of the bag, he doubts he’s going to eat most of what’s inside, at least at the present moment. But he suspects Hayame doesn’t want it back.]
It was about the man: the one whose shard that is.
no subject
Having done that, he recaps the canteen and places it down, leaning it against his leg.]
I thought you might. I had… a dream, before I emerged.
[His fingers work at the ties on the bag, easing it open while his head remains leant back against the roots, his gaze on Hayame. By the weight and bulk of the bag, he doubts he’s going to eat most of what’s inside, at least at the present moment. But he suspects Hayame doesn’t want it back.]
It was about the man: the one whose shard that is.