It hasn't sank in just how bad starvation is for a human. R remembers the hunger as it felt to a zombie and naively thinks no way can it be that bad. He can't look Eponine in the eye when she brings up what happened in that desert months ago, how he'd feasted on her leg before she was even done dying, Maximus hovering over her with his blade. How hot her blood had felt smeared all over his mouth.

R barely hesitates. He nods. "Yeah. Should I...leave it somewhere?" Like a drop-off? Does he give it to her? R casts another glance over his shoulder - no one's sneaking up on them that he can tell - and then back at Eponine. Mousy brown hair has pulled itself free of the braids, the strands swirling about her face. She's already working on the disheveled appearance.