The pixie continued to maintain a strong facade by refusing your food, but her hunger got the better of her. You gave her a piece of bread and a single dried fruit, both which despite hardly being a morsel for you, were slightly larger than the pixie's own head. The waterskin was more difficult for her to drink but tipping it just enough for a little to pool at the lip would allow the pixie to eat and drink her fill. Once she had eaten the food and drank your water, she put her sword away and sighed. "My name is Othie. I... I was trying to escape. I don't know how I got on this ship honestly..." She looked back at her wings, trying to flutter them but even a small twicth caused her to wince in pain. "An evil man captured me and other pixies. He used iron spikes to pin our wings so he can harvest our pixie dust. I was only able to escape during a heavy storm and... And after that everything went black. When I awoke I was here, and already out at sea. My wings hurt, I can hardly use any of my magic, hungry... Alone..."