"No, no, don't worry about me." Mat shakes his head emphatically at the offer. "Best save what you've got, we don't know how long we'll be...well, let's say roughing it."

To be very polite and mild about it. And he can trap things, and forage. He's no stranger to that sort of survival. Alicent...from what he's gathered, she's not the sort of woman who's often - or ever - had to hunt or gather her own meals.

"But s'alright, we can look after each other, yeah?"