"Fine."

The woman was a mystery to him. She wanted him dead, he got that. But why in the world did she care? It wasn't like he was some beast that would earn her renoun, a dragon to be slain. He wasn't a predator out gorging himself on flesh. He felt quite pathetic actually after fighting with the hunter. She wasn't settling some personal vendetta, it was all none of his business. A life and death matter that was none of his business.

On his way to the kitchen he picked up her weapon from beside the staircase. He left it in the towel drawer next to the other one he'd stashed earlier. He ate his soup and drank cup after cup of water. He hated how constantly dry his mouth was.

At last he headed back to make sure that woman hadn't found a way out of his snare.