Kairius finished his meal, watching the girl eat her fill and then some. Whiskey for after dinner. God know he needed it. Well, he didn't, but he wanted it. After he noticed the girl was done her meal, he brought his canteen over and sat beside her. The rest of the soldiers moved along after the silent motion to give himself and his captive some space.
"I don't know," He said honestly, taking a sip and offering it to her, "Whiskey," he said simply before he pushed a hand through his hair. "All I've been told is to bring you home - my home - and then they'll figure out what to do with you. Either way, it's a warm bed and a warm meal. Better than being out in the wilderness or in a camp." At least, it seemed that easy to him.