The giant had come sooner, as apparently sorrow looked a lot like hunger. Chartose would have had to admit that both left an empty feeling in the chest. He was dragged not so much because he was trying to resist, but simply from his feet refusing to carry him quickly enough.

He was actually modestly surprised at the interior of the giantess's home, as he wasn't expecting a bed... at least not one that looked the part, and its cushions were surprisingly soft for a mattress that had to support a giant's girth. For some reason he was expecting nothing more than a slab of granite.

Once served, the young Charr picked at the food in front of him as he planned how to get Becker back; his appetite having left him with the news of Becker's detainment hitting him even harsher than his own. Feeding a stranger in such a desolate place was no doubt a kind gesture. He even figured the simple lock meant only to contain unthinking beasts [i]could have[/i] been picked by someone with reasonable skill, but was likely more a test of trust as he sat upon the bed at relative ease, not wishing to offend her good intentions; or risk appearing foolish if his assumption proved wrong or his skills in lock-picking proved unsatisfactory.

Tricia's mark paced underneath his fur, trying to coax him to eat as well, to keep their strength... and to not appear rude. Besides, if he wouldn't, Tricia would have gladly volunteered to eat his meal, the meat at least.

[color=6ecff6]"These potatoes aren't bad. Did you grow these yourself?"[/color] he asked, trying to learn something about these generous people... well, the ones that were generous, at least; not the ones that made jokes about killing entire expeditions just for stopping-by for a cup of sugar.

He then realized she was sitting by herself, staring; as he found himself patting a spot on the bed beside him, [color=6ecff6]"It's your home, you can sit beside me if you'd like. I won't bite... Besides, I've brought someone along I've been meaning to show to the people here, I may as well show them to you, at least."[/color] He offered, knowing the quarantine on Fridgemount itself would probably keep Tricia from ever appearing in any history-books as the first living scream raptor to travel to Fridgemount, but he felt as though someone ought to know it had been done, and that such wondrous creatures existed south of their isolated borders.