Stay here? Why would she do that? And why in the world was he planning on feeding her? She was tempted to just grab her dagger and leave when he started to extract things from his satchel, so she stayed, keeping her hopeful eyes on the items he had in his hands. But nothing was of use, so she scowled again, feeling mocked. He was right - if she'd stolen the satchel, she would have come away with nothing but crap she couldn't use.
However, curiosity kept her rooted to the spot, as suddenly he was drawing on the ground and - watering some wheat grains? She made a face, wondering if this man was mad. That would certainly explain his reasoning for helping her out instead of reporting her, and his delusion that he was somehow going to feed her by doing all of this.
But suddenly, the alleyway flashed in light, and she yelped a little, backing against the wall. Where the grains had been before was instead a loaf of bread, and he was... handing it to her? She merely watched him as he ate it, her stomach growling; how long had it been since she'd eaten? A couple of days? Longer? Regardless, she couldn't hold off long, and she took the bread from him, eating it quickly, desperately. Somehow she hadn't imagined it to be this good, much less this filling; she hadn't bothered with cutting a slice, so much as burying her face in the entire loaf.
Once she felt a little better, her face resurfaced, and she looked over at him, her eyes wide. How, exactly, had he done that? If she could master something like that, then, well - she wouldn't have to worry about traveling the entire continent to find the things that her uncle wanted, would she?
But she was skeptical, nervous. Swallowing her last bite, she lowered the loaf, wiping her mouth off with her arm. "Why?" She only asked, truly confused; though his actions were mostly simple, no one had gone this far to simply feed and protect a thief in her experience. "And... how?" Now she was pointing to the ground, where the chalk had been just moments before, her brow furrowed.