#complete with a tiefy burny handmark on the bowl itself

[avernusfuries]

Though they had been travelling together only a short while, Karlach had quickly gotten used to Lae'zel's prickliness. She was matter-of-fact, honest to a point and after over a decade of lying, deceit and the gods only knows what else, it was a refreshing change of pace.

The tiefling had been entirely uninvited, but still she sat cross legged by the fighter's lodgings and moved to offer her one of the bowls. She wiggled it, as though that would entice her.

"My does too, but there's nothing quite like a hot bowl of stew at the end of a long day. Besides, it's much tastier piping hot than it is cold. Gale put his blood, sweat and tears into making it to everyone's liking! Or, well, trying to. There's no pleasing some folk."

"You should eat something, Lae. It's been a long day of travel."

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Lae'zel cracks open an eye.

Something oddly, conflicted knits the gith's brow. Only for a blink of a moment, not even a heartbeat. The slits of her irises narrow, calculating, and cat-like. Were she some four-pawed beast, she would be judging you.

She had been at her tent, knees planted firmly, hands resting on the surface of her own thighs in an almost arrogant solemn. The fighter doesn't even much as lift her chin to face her companion, instead, staring nearby towards the dwindling flame marking the center point of camp.

"My body will decide for me when it hungers." A firm quip— It seems as if she's already made her mind up on the matter. "Not you."

@infernaliscor