Faolan watched the food cook in silence. He had cracked a few eggs into a skillet they used to cook with on the grate, and thrown some sausages next to the bread as well. They were large and thick, German, the woman had told him and called them "brats". Sausage was sausage to him, but he thought the child may enjoy the taste of home. He was glad that he liked meat, it was an excellent source of protein, along with the eggs, and would help to build his strength more quickly.

Once the bread was warm, he threw a cloth over it and offered the half to the child covered so he wouldn't burn his fingers. He said nothing, and though he tried to smile, the thought of the boy shivering and sweating only moments ago returned when he looked down at his pale face. Everything that had happened to him reminded Faolan that some monsters wore human skin...