What a stupid move. Him, following her around like that and getting dragged around and hoping to keep promises he couldn't possibly uphold. Believing that she had a kid hidden, when he only had her word and she only showed him a knife. Ah well. When she shows up again he waits intently for another... order, he supposes. Or something like it. He gets a nod and wants to tell her off for it.

Then he's shocked, you know, at her offer and at the fact that it seemed to him to be sincere.

Despite himself, he finds himself grinning. Despite himself, he finds himself raising a hand and panting out, "No, no. No thanks. A little food isn't going to do me any good. I'm a growing boy." Though it would honestly do a lot better than no food at all, which is what he had to his name at the moment. "And if you make me run one more time I'm going to barf and just lay there. So forget it." He thought again about dying at the hands of another person, another-- what the hell'd they call them? Tributes? Yeah. He'd help the woman and the kids then, but only then, by his size and weight alone. If the game was survival, strictly, he'd be nothing good to them. He couldn't hunt. Couldn't scour. Couldn't keep quiet and he sure as hell would only take space and temper and food away from who needed it more. Useless was a lousy thing to be, but hey, it was the truth.