The child's gaze went straight to the bowl of stew.
He jumped off the bed and rushed toward the food—but then, it seemed, he noticed his presence.
He backed away all the way to the wall.
Even with his back pressed up against it, the boy's eyes never left the stew.
He kept flicking his gaze between Jihl and the food, clearly torn by inner conflict.
Eventually, tears began to spill from his eyes.
His stomach kept growling loudly. Drool overflowed from his mouth and his tail whipped left and right with large, exaggerated motions.
If he's that hungry, hungry enough to cry over it, then he should just eat already.
Realizing just how deeply the child distrusted him, Jihl let out another big sigh.
"Eat."
Leaving those words behind, he exited the room.
Surely, if he weren't there, the boy would eat.
When Jihl entered Colonel Faith's office, he was met with a sharp glare.
"What is it? You've come again? Are you properly taking care of the child?"
"..."
