James rubbed his eyes, and when he heard the little girl's voice, he turned back. The man smiled at her "Good morning, Lyra". He chuckled a little bit as the girl faceplanted to the snow and got up. James looked at how the girl was heating the stick. He pondered for a while, realizing the obvious that the girl was hungry, but he simply continued cooking the chunk of meat that was on his stick. After it was done, he got up, taking the meal from the stick, ripping a portion off it, and then offering it to the little girl.
 "What are you drawing there, little one" James asked as he took a bite of his part of the chunk, while looking at Lyra.