[Poggio]

Galvin was ravenous, and only his current weakness and the gaze of Ambrosia kept him from reverting to a primal state where he simply used his hands to shovel as much food as he possibly could into his mouth. At least when he was not so hungry he cut a piece of the stake, twisting it in his fingers until it was dripping in sauce and offered it to the others mouth. “Thank you.” He said with a small smile on his lips.