Alistair sighs again. "I've survived on far less before," he points out, but tucks the food back into the parcel rather than insist Cullen take it.

As he nibbles on his own share, he makes himself tune into the noise of the crackling fire; it's either that or listen to the sweetly horrifying music circling around his mind. Since striking out on his own, Alistair's spent more than a few nights talking to himself like a madman just to drown out the Calling; he's not about to do it with another person present, though.

Which means his chewing slows, eventually, and his gaze unfocuses as he watches the fire, briefly lost to the world.