VI31st of Vhalar 719
As Wald lurched for his meal, Sybil's pupils traced him.
He was far more bestial than before. He was behaving much like a wolf, rather than a person. Though Sybil had very minimal exposure to such beasts, it was somewhat clear in not only his appearance, the man's eyes clearly had the glow of a mutt, but as well as the behaviors that they had seen. Sybil made no effort to restrain the man, nor any effort to guide him. He went from twisting pain from moving too quickly, to dashing to the campfire for his next meal within an instant. This was something that was, in the end, a basic need and desire. Getting between him and that would be the same as them trying to pull a steak away from a starving mongrel.
... But was this not the nature of all living things?
The thought was banished from their mind, as they rolled their shoulders back. The two prior standing men were now sitting cross-legged by the fire, eyes trained on Wald. They were strangers, wrapped in cloaks. Both were men, but neither looked to be of the same breeding. Their watchful gazes matched though, as though they could communicate with glances of the eyes. Both did not know what to make of Wald, but were following orders as instructed. That's just how things were, in the end. They had orders, and distinct warnings of the potential outcomes if they tried to intervene.
As Sybil approached Wald, their eyes glanced towards the meat. Salted, boiled, it probably tasted like the soles of a leather shoe; likely even having the same sort of strength binding the strands of flesh.
"Eat your fill. We have more than a few days rations with us in the carriage." Sybil finally offered, breaking the silence shared between the encampment. As Wald ate, however, Sybil pinched at the wool of Wald's tunic. Pulling back the collar, they simply glanced down the garment, and down the larger man's back. They had seen the mark before, when he was asleep, but now the man was clearly awake. Though, they knew better than to ask any questions about it. As he ate, they merely made a mental note of the man's marking, whatever his reaction.