The journeyman was quiet as the girl weakly began to try and eat. She did her best not to stare and instead kept herself busy. She would peel the skin and scale from the larger fish, tearing at flaky pieces of fish which she would switch between swallowing herself (if they fell apart into broken bits in her mouth) and tossing into the teen's direction to eat freely without fighting scale and bone. (Not that they were not fully capable of eating those too)

The journeyman was not paticularly one to pry but she was a curious woman. Many had been displaced from the recent world events and even before that wolves were known to 'blip' into this existence lost and all their own. Where had she come from? Where are your people? It was a start and to the point just as such. She wouldn't survive much longer on her own, even with the offerings given to her this day.