"Do you now?" Mathias replied. It was the kind of short answer that invited suspicion. He grinned weakly and sheathed his sword.

Mathias' satchel was sprawled on the floor. He scooted over to it and rummaged for a biscuit. "I'm sure half-drowning to death has made you hungry. Now's not the time to be picky." Mathias looked at the article of food, though he didn't seem hesitant the impression was clear he didn't have much more. He underhand tossed the biscuit to her. It was salty, hard and was not about to get any staler than it already had, but hey, it was something.

"My name is Mathias. Right now my trial sees me with enough food left to juggle. We're in a damp cave with no visible way out." He continued to smile. The way he repostured himself made it evident he was suddenly uncomfortable. "And I don't juggle."

Best possible plan that came to mind would be to rest a bit and hope the next circle around the maze wouldn't bring him back to the fork. Again.