[ The hard set of his shoulders loosens a little—so, it's no danger. He hadn't even realized just how tense he was until now, the bags under his eyes dark enough to be apparent. ]

Flayn...

[ He's about to say no, a short pause drawing out in silence, but eventually he nods. He's not going to just let her go hungry or anything, even if this does feel like a Ploy. ]

Very well. Help me gather some kindling. [ ... ] I'm sure someone at your camp could have helped you with this as well, you know.

[ They both know this already, he just wants her to admit!! Why she's here!!! ]