hale cometh down upon our spines

Delphi watches him shove the food in his mouth. Even between words, she sees the half-chewed food threatening to fall from his lips. She is utterly disgusted by his... desperation. A grimace crosses her face as he takes another snack, shoving it deep into his cheek before starting to chew again. Unsure of what to even say at this point because his last statement really was hypocritical. Did he not realize that she was giving him all of this?

It was hard to stay grumpy though as her body warmed. Not feeling so frozen anymore, she glances over at the table full of bowls, utensils, and herbs. Her eyes flicker over to Strai, tempted, but unsure. Would he care? Did he know how? Could she trust him? Like actually trust him? Contemplating, she knew he wasn't paying attention yet. Now conflicted, all she wanted was to relax some more, to not feel the pain either. A few minutes pass as her eyes move from him to the table before she finally stands up, and stretches, attempting to be nonchalant as she heads over to said table.

Sitting in front of it, she grabs a small stone pipe (stolen from somewhere - probably her cousin Tate) and fills it with a stinky, leafy substance. Striking some flint to spark a thin piece of wood that resembled a match, she lights it and inhales softly. Hiding the dry cough that follows, she sets the pipe down and leans back with her eyes closed and a small smile.