Derrix lifted his helmet completely off and rested it on his lap. He blinked his golden eyes a few times, adjusting to the wider and brighter view that was previously restricted by his helmet's visor. He hooked his shield onto a metal hook on the saddle, resting his shield arm as he extended to receive Sana’s gift. He popped the food into his mouth and quickly chewed it before swallowing. The salt seasoned his dry mouth, and gave a kick to his slowly emptying stomach.

	“Thank you,” he contently nodded. He reached back, straining his shoulder as he reached into a leather bag tied to the rump of Charroux. He pulled out a skin of water and took a shallow swing of still cold liquid before extending it to Sana silently.