Urfaal placed his hand over his injured ribs. The things he did earlier aggravated his injuries and now, it felt like there's a dagger poking at his side everytime he breathed.
"Are you alright?" Orphella signed.
"Y-yes." He smiled and stood as straight as he could. "I'm just hungry."
Orphella squinted. "Are you sure?"
"Yes, I am."
"Fine." She took out her satchel and gave him a piece of hard salted meat. "This is not much…but I am hoping this will do."
Urfaal reluctantly took the meat from her. He wanted to refuse it; from the looks of things, she needed it more than he. But refusing the elf's offer might confirm her suspicion and he doesn't want that. The last thing he wanted was to let his injury hinder their campaign.
"Thank you." He took a bite of the salty meat and swallowed it as his rib jabbed his side. "I-it's delicious…" He grinned.