Threadbare and stained it might be, but he's arguably better dressed than she is, right now! And he does feel different, strange, but this whole place is strange.

Food! Her heart jumps in her chest, desperate longing surging inside of her. But she has to be careful, so careful. She's so weak right now, too weak to make him not see her as she sometimes does with the guards in the mine.

She creeps forward, slow, but her fever is so high that her coordination is suffering a little. And Skellig hears so much more than most. He might hear her frantic heart, her ill sounding breaths, even the malicious buzz not normally audible to humans of the shock collar around her neck poised to strike if anyone sets it off.