Makan nodded. "Of course, that is fine," he said. "I can hunt for food, if you wish. And many edible plants grow nearby, so you won't be hungry." He was happy. "Are you hungry now?"
Makan rose to his feet, checked his wing. It was sore, but it would hold his weight in flight. "If you need to defend yourself there are some weapons among the instruments," he said.
After several hours Makan returned with a singed rabbit and a dead deer. The deer was for himself (he could digest everything, save the bones), while the rabbit was for Arya. He'd gutted it with a claw, so the only thing left to take care of was the skin.