Zmerr almost snatched the jerky out of the girl's reach, but when he saw that she was Seras' daughter, he felt compelled to share. The gesture was more out of courtesy than sincerity. He looked down at the remaining jerky. This was his emergency supply.

"You're welcome." He also felt that he needed to show better manners as the woman was clearly trying to teach her daughter. He didn't want to interfere with the nature of a parent-child relationship. It was far too dangerous. Especially when the parent so clearly wielded magic.

He took a strip himself and began discretely tearing off bites with his pointed teeth. He eyed the other two, watching for a sign of danger and maybe even some information about them. He didn't want to ask because they would ask about *his* information. He didn't want to share that. So he just stared quietly instead.