"Don't give me that look either," he breathed, his smile wide. This girl was far too cute for her own good. An odd mixture of robust Nordic strength and a playful intelligence. If he was not careful, she'd have his complete attention. He snorted at the thought, having just met this girl not hours ago. It was just his luck, he decided. Meet a girl that interested him in a dungeon where they'd probably die without mercy. 

"Ah, figures," he said with a shrug, more speaking to himself. He'd learned to laugh at life a long time ago. He gladly took the bowl she had slid over to him, the container almost spilling its contents over the rough rock, but Alim deftly caught it with a nimble grip, before pulling it towards him. 

The bowl was stuck between the bars, and he gave an annoyed look before switching it to the otherside of the door where the bars were wide enough to fit it. "Aha..." 

Hours later, the sun had fallen and even the torches' light was the barest hint of what it once was. Perhaps the wind had snuffed it to embers, or the cloth it burned upon had shriveled up. Alim lay near his celldoor, pillow behind his head and blanket covering his lower half. His eyes were closed, but he had only drifted in and out of sleep, at the precipice between realms. Truth be told, he was more comfortable than anything, despite the rough ground. 

Despite him not being able to see anything more than the outline of her thick hair, he had opened one eye and rolled onto his side. "No," he said in a soft whisper, watching her form from across the gap between them. "Are you ok?"