Traveling on your own for so long meant resources were always tight. Money was rarely abundant, and food never plentiful. So you just got used to it. It was something you could fight through, and there was never anyone to worry about you.

Now, traveling with this party of strangers, it's much harder to hide. So used to small rations, your stomach turns when Gale sits by the fire, cooking up massive batches of stew or grilling fish. You try to just avoid the camp near supper hoping you'll slip through the cracks. It works most of the time. Even now it seems, there is no one to worry about you. Until there is.

Gale clears his throat, entering through the flap of your tent with two bowls of soup in hand. He hands one to you, smiling warmly.