Wilhelm nods, already reaching for the food. Now that his belly has been filled at regular hours with real food — not charred snake and sallow corn — it's wary of sinking back into the jaws of hunger again.

"Thanks," he tosses out before tearing into the thick chunk of bread.

For a long moment, he just enjoys the comforting taste of the food and the steady presence of Kyle. He doesn't know what else to say, because he doesn't want to talk about anything that's happened. He'd rather just forget about it. Shove it into some vault in his memory, lock the door, and lose the key.

On the nightstand, where Kyle set the tray, there's a small vial containing a sleeping draught. After that first empty stretch of sleep, he'd persuaded a healer to leave some for him. Trouble sleeping, he'd explained, which translated to bad dreams. Even the darkness behind his eyelids is not safe.

Gnawing at the crust, Wilhelm tries a smile. It's thin.

"Shouldn't be too long until I can start training again."