He's finished with his own rabbit by then. He steps over to her side, stooping to flick a few small twigs away before settling down next to her. Damocles pricks his ears up at them from his side of the fire before he gets up and trots around, sniffing hopefully.

Sit. Stay, Ryan orders as he arranges his spit to his liking. "It was my impression that you'd been made uncomfortable," he says aloud, not really admitting anything.

Dam waits intently.