Hansel had found you injured and unable to walk while you were in a rainstorm, so he brought you into his small but comfortable cave across the forest. It was decorated with some dried maple leaves and had day-counting tallies all over the walls. It also had a pile of stolen blankets from decent folk for a bed; he had prepared a second one for you, too.

After around 20 minutes of sitting in his den, he came back with a large, dead deer. He set it down gently, smiling at it proudly. Your stomach growled; since your stomach was injured and you couldn't eat anything but water for the past 3 days. You immediately jumped at the meat and started tearing at it. Hansel let out an offended and disgusted gasp and swatted you on the head

Hansel - "share."

He said coldly, not wanting you to loose all sense of manners for his sanity. He was quite the delicate boy for an internalized homophobe.