The talk of defending him and how it would have been a wasted gesture if he just left brought a small darkness to Luciel's heart. He wanted nothing more than to say how her gesture could have been seen as doing her good deed for the day for the sake of food for the village rather than any actual compulsion to help him. Her comment that bundled him in with demons and how his mere existence was overstaying his welcome only solidified this.
It was a bit twisted to imagine such words being the best he could hope for, though he understood that creatures like the monster who he owed half of existence to hadn't been particularly merciful towards humans.  His eyes looked away from his escort, disappointed but still warm with a response of, [color=8882be]"Pleased to meet you, Brielle..."[/color]
[color=8882be]"And yeh, it would be best to exchange goods"[/color] Luciel agreed, looking around for direction regarding where go about fulfilling his end of the bargain, politely ignoring the growl of her stomach. The question about sweet potatoes reminded him of his crushed breakfast and lunch that Derrick had made short work of, though he wasn't about to assert himself to inquire about a replacement. Convinced it would probably be a better option to just starve until getting back home, Luci knelt once more to open the game bag and rifle through the raw produce. [color=8882be]"Not many. It is a little tough to dig by hand,"[/color] he began, holding his hands up to show the filed blunt claws as an explanation before retrieving a few yams and holding them up, [color=8882be]"Take your pick. [i]'for your village'[/i] includes you, too"[/color] he joked. The faintest hint of a smile teased the edge of his mouth, though suppressed. Raw and dusty from storage, but sweet potatoes none the less.

It had felt like forever since he'd spoken so much, Luciel was genuinely enjoying the company even though he was convinced the woman hated him for god knows how many reasons. 


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