[If it would make her sick. Ah. Her fingers spasm in their grip on the half-eaten rabbit, bloody and raw. It had satisfied her cravings for meat, but it had ruined her delusion that she was not a beast, even though what the dryad seemed to be punishing her for had been the most bestial of actions, a fight or flight instinct abused and powerful enough to spur her into abandoning the dignity she'd fought her whole life for and instead replace her mind with that of a rabid animal's that would sink it's teeth into an enemy's throat and rip.
She doesn't know if the food he holds out to her will sate her unending cravings. There is meat in it, she can smell it, but it is not that much. But she wants it to be enough. She wants to stop feeling like this. She wants to go home, she wants to die, she wants to live-
For now, she takes the sandwich. She doesn't thank him, because if she does it will mean he pitied her, and needs to be thanked, but her withers are tight and her vestigial mane and tail are both flat when the rabbit falls limp to the ground and she replaces it with proper food. Hayame knows she should wait for him to eat first, or for his questions, but she can't wait any longer. She takes a large bite, uncaring of taste or texture as long as it would be a meal intended for people.
(It was delicious, even if a part of her Discord-laden mind wanted it bloodier, meatier-)
It is two bites before she can swallow and respond.]
I did.
[Briefly, when he had come to rescue those trapped in the dryad's roots.]
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She doesn't know if the food he holds out to her will sate her unending cravings. There is meat in it, she can smell it, but it is not that much. But she wants it to be enough. She wants to stop feeling like this. She wants to go home, she wants to die, she wants to live-
For now, she takes the sandwich. She doesn't thank him, because if she does it will mean he pitied her, and needs to be thanked, but her withers are tight and her vestigial mane and tail are both flat when the rabbit falls limp to the ground and she replaces it with proper food. Hayame knows she should wait for him to eat first, or for his questions, but she can't wait any longer. She takes a large bite, uncaring of taste or texture as long as it would be a meal intended for people.
(It was delicious, even if a part of her Discord-laden mind wanted it bloodier, meatier-)
It is two bites before she can swallow and respond.]
I did.
[Briefly, when he had come to rescue those trapped in the dryad's roots.]
... Did he give you one, too?
[The bead.]