He jumped a little at the stab; that wasn't exactly a sight or a sound that a wealthy young man from Paris was used to seeing, not even one who had voluntarily plunged himself into poverty. It was pretty barbaric, really.

But he wasn't about to complain. He had resolved to help anyone he can, after all. Perhaps in stark contrast to the doubt in the other man's thoughts Marius had now put his full trust in the stranger and set his bow down onto the ground, then wrapped a hand around the dagger's handle and set his free one against the elk's hide to support himself as he yanked it back out.

"You will have to instruct me, monsieur." His voice had a hint of shyness in it, and his eyes remained on the carcass. "I'm afraid I have little knowledge of what to do next."