Kendrick's expression softened slightly as he pressed his back to the cavern wall, letting himself slide to the floor, drawing his pack from his back as he descended. "I'm not going to lie and say I know what you're going through. My parents aren't dead, but they've never had any time for me," he started, pulling a handful of dried, salted meat from his bag. He took a small bite, chewing it thoughtfully as the memories of his lonely childhood washed over him. The prince extended one hand out, holding a strip of meat from his little meal as somewhat of a peace offering and apology for intruding on the hatchling. "Hungry?"