“Are you hungry?” he asked, paddin…

“Are you hungry?” he asked, padding closer. “I have a secret stash of bread and cheese that I’m willing to share.”
Maitimo blinked. “Thank you, I’m not hungry, but –”
“No,” Carnistiry sad pensively, sitting down on the mattress; Maitimo could see now that he had been carrying the bread and cheese he had spoken of in his shirt, along with a knife. “No, I suppose hungry is not the word. Famished is more like it. I could count your bones this afternoon. At least they’re still all there, except -" © The tempered steel by Lyra

Maedhros, Caranthir
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