make me feel brand new

He was glad when Poem settled down to eat. He didn't particularly care for the women that pretended to not be hungry for the sake of appearances. Everyone eats. Everyone knows it. Why pretend? It had always been a silly thing to him. Somehow he knew that Poem wouldn't be one of them. They'd only met yesterday, but he could tell that she was a good woman. A true woman. Sparhawk liked that sort of thing.

When Poem told him that he didn't have to walk her home, the man released a snort. "Don't have to. Want to." At this stage in his life, the man was a gentleman. He would see the lady home. Not only would he have the comfort of knowing that she arrived safely, but he would know exactly where she lived so that he could call upon her in the future. Which... he planned to do. Already he knew it. There was something about this little songbird that intrigued him. He wanted to know more. He wanted to know all.

Silence stretched between the pair as they ate their meal. The red man was careful to not be too messy, but made short work of the bird. With one paw, he pushed the remains away. The cave dwelling creatures would have a decent meal of the scraps. Sparhawk then began to lick his big paws like a cat, carefully cleaning away the accumulated blood from holding his meal in place. Once finished, he pulled himself up to a seated position. "When you ready, we go. Take your time." He wouldn't rush her, but he would let her know that he was ready when she was.