Kirin lay back against the wall and watched the other man--Lorenor, he'd said--approach. He wanted to be wary, but... he was too tired and injured to even consider defending himself, and Lorenor could have hurt him at any point before now with ease. He would just have to trust in his companion--an odd sensation, for sure, but one Kirin would have to live with for now.

He allowed Lorenor to clean and bandage his injuries, fighting back the embarrassment that came with being cared for like a child. Kirin wasn't used to being someone's center of attention, not like this.

Tentatively, Kirin sat up and stretched, feeling the gentle tug of the bandages. He dipped his head in gratitude.

"Thank you, Lorenor. I am Kirin. I appreciate that you would do this for me. Do you know why the sky is on fire?"

At the mention of food, however, Kirin lit up. He was starving, a little closer to the truth than it should have been. Food tended to run scarce for the street rats in Corone, and Kirin had been hunted out of the city for days now. He tried not to seem overly enthusiastic as he accepted.

"Yes, please, I'm starving. Anything you care to share would be wonderful."