"Should I be worried one of those is a meal?"

He didn't speak the language, but he'd traveled enough to at least know food when he heard it in whatever village he was passing through. The question was asked into Lucanis' hair, Davrin having moved to press his lips against the top of the head currently hiding against his shoulder. It was possible Lucanis could still feel the grin he had, but overall it just served to let the scent of the Crow's hair into his nose and throat.