When the teen snatched his pouch, he held himself back from reacting. While a lecture on politeness and a firm but gentle regrab for his item would've been the usual correct course of action, the boy would understand none of it. He wouldn't understand his words, and he might not understand that the regrab was not an aggressive motion.
So he let him manhandle his pack, searching in vain for food that was already devoured. But when the pouch didn't provide the food the teen was searching for, hungry eyes turned back to the fae.
He wasn't going to...try to eat his hands....right?
The boy stomped his feet, an action Tristen understood well. He lifted his hands apologetically while bowing his head. He had given all he had, which unfortunately wasn't much as it was just to be a snack on the quick visit to Star Grove. Next visit he'd bring much more. Maybe he'd stop by on his way back from his brothers.
Hopefully his submissive stance would placate the angry teen. For now he really needed to go else he wouldn't make it to the village before nightfall.
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