It's not all bad

Lia made the stew especially for the occasion. Artorias having told her about the pirate set on starving himself in the castle dungeons. She was nervous heading down there, especially by herself. The man was behind bars, but she had heard about the raid on the pack. The ambush at night time, and tended to the stitches Artorias had ripped in his side, earned during the fighting.

But he was under the Hallows' care for now, and she had heard how it worried her Aegis that he starved himself. The stew was deliciously atomic, having been working on it for hours. Would it be enough to tease the Pirate into taking a bite? There was only one way to find out.

The small healer made her way down into the penitentiary, and found the man lying in the corner, a sullen expression on his maw. She took a breath and made her way forward, smiling at the stranger. “Good morning, Sir. I prepared something special for breakfast, if you're interested?”