The God-Prince chewed the plump moist meat and watched the girl meticulously pluck her meal. As if she was saving the feathers for something... Hmm... His fiery eyes narrowed as he observed her. He didn't care if she collected the feathers, but he was intending to find out her use beyond bedslave. What would she use those for exactly? He remembered the pillows and soft blankets of his home in Archnemes, how they smelled of goose and duck and down.
He pulled out a chicken bone and looked at it. Was this good for anything? He might as well keep the materials from his kills if she could be some kind of crafter. His gaze lingered over her with a new appreciation. She was a slip of a thing for certain, she wouldn't be able to carry much in the way of materials. Perhaps she could fashion a basket with that mind of hers. But her mind wouldn't be much use if she was starving.
"Eat, then collect. Maybe you can weave some of the twigs and leaves on the island for a basket to carry your things." He mused, pulling another mouthful of feathers and enjoying the meat underneath.
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