[ She finishes what she is doing, puts away her supplies and her blade, letting him eat some in the meantime and giving him some time to rest. He doesn't say anything else yet, so she does not ask. The silence is filled with the sound of Ciri moving around, washing her hands and grabbing a bottle of ale from the ice box (cold ale has been a revelation to those from her world). She joins him after a minute, along with two pewter mugs, in which the ale is poured and handed over. ]
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We have stronger stuff too.
[ Depending on how he's feeling. ]
And more bread. Eat as much as you want.