Grace ate ravenously.
The apples were crisp and she ate two before she even started to try and drink the water.
Despite having not eaten for a day though she could only stomach a few apples before she started to feel sick, sitting down and wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. Those had been the most delicious apples she'd ever eaten.
Another hesitant look to Motark and she leaned closer, giving him a curious look. The heat from the fire had cooled down and she was disappointed to feel the coldness set back in. A state of being.
Before, when she was at home, she was usually in front of a kiln. Melting metals to craft jewelry. It wasn't world famous but it was famous in her little town and she'd known a few nobles wore things she'd made. Another look down at her fingers and she rubbed her finger tips together.
"Thank you," She said simply after finishing.
Now what?
"You're..." Grace looked at him for a moment before flicking her gaze downwards, "You're far kinder than I would have expected."