[ .. did he sleep that long? Fabian honestly can't tell, and he sure didn't check the time either when he actually decided to get out of the bed, since even lying down wasn't exactly comfortable while he's in this much aching pain. It sure seems like Gorgug had enough time to do all sorts of things though. Getting food that Fabian knows for a fact was not in this house yesterday, even setting out to get said food ready.

(It's not even like the choice in food is going over his head. Fish. He can spot the oranges. Fabian doesn't doubt that Gorgug made sure to grab something that he'd think Riz would enjoy too.)

There's a quick, quiet moment of him taking it in, but then he looks over at his friend again instead to answer. ]

Honestly, I'd eat almost anything at this point. [ Almost, still, because Fabian will forever be a posh, picky boy, okay. Some people have to have standards! Still-- ] It feels like I'm starving.

[ It's hard when your body suddenly has to try and use its own energy to sustain and heal you, rather than your party's resident cleric doing it? A wild, new concept for sure. Fabian's stomach might actually be making some sounds from where he's leaning against the door frame. ]

.. do you need me to wake up The Ball for breakfast? I think he's still sleeping. [ And probably hurting as much as Fabian is. He knows Riz got hurt just as bad back there, that they both had to try and drag their sorry bodies all the way back home after. It had been a pain. It still, in fact, is a pain, and Fabian is definitely worried about their friend despite being in pretty much the exact same state himself. Or maybe exactly because of it, because he knows what kind of a literal pain it is. ]