Calanon allowed her the privacy of looking at his cursed ark without gazing at her during. He could feel her eyes on it, and within moments he began re-wrapping it with his cloth, disguising it once more as if apart of his normal ranger wear. He admitted even he felt a bit more tainted when he revealed it to people, as if the curse was a flame and he had just unleashed the intense heat. 

Her words caught him off guard, and he looked up to see the silvery sheen of what he did not expect. She was one of the Dragon Fey, he realized. He only caught a glimpse of what she intended to show, but it had been enough. The Ranger knew her own curse for what it was, and it brought a sadness to heart, whilst causing him to respect his aloof companion somewhat more now. She bore the brunt of something he had felt so...alone in for longer than he cared to admit. 

He wondered if it was any better not having a time limit for survival on such a taint or not. Granted, despite his bravery in battle he did not wish to die, devoured by this curse. But to linger with it as well... 

He shifted himself, his crossed legs moving to face her. He placed his fists on the soft grass, and bowed his head and torso in respect. A thanks for her sharing such information with him.  

With that, the young Elf reached into his pack and retrieved a small cake that he often carried with him, wrapped in cleaned leaves. He offered it to her. It was nothing much more than soft wheat with honey at its center, but it was sweet and filling.