Aiden had been staring at the wall his good arm on his knee, while his bleeding arm was still at his side. He looked to the bars at the front of his cell, a small smile came to his lips, hearing the stumbling Celtic he frowned somewhat she had met another Celt or someone who could speak it not often people could. Seeing the food his stomach growled, he got up and sat down in front of the food his right arm completely numb with pain now.

"Someone had to do it, I'll probably get whipped it's not really a big deal, I've been whipped more than enough to not let them get the satisfaction of letting them hear me scream." Picking up the piece of fruit, before he scooted closer to the bars to let her tend to his arm.