It was just sustenance, after all. Rhiannon did not tend to do anything fancy with her food besides killing it and eating it. Occasionally, she would experiment with setting it on fire to make it warmer.
At the smile, Rhiannon blinked, before attempting to give a smile back. It seemed a bit more strained, as if she had failed to use those particular muscles very often if she used them much at all.
Would she be able to move now? The darkness was coming, and she had eaten her food. Food made strong, right? So now she would be stronger. "Dark falls," observed Rhiannon, before looking closer at the weakling. "What you do now?"
Daisicle