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It's long past the point where Felix can seriously complain about his supplies being raided. He's spent enough time in the woods - or more often, these days, the shops of Solitude - getting extra supplies to make up for those lost to kneazle munchies.

Besides, at this moment the Imperial is stretching his freed legs and rearranging himself to let Jim help him eat. It's... intimate, considering everything still hanging unresolved between them.

"Thanks," he murmurs when Jim settles down with him, earnest gratitude in it. "It smells really good..." Even if it's going to take some work to sate his stomach's eager growling. A few quiet minutes while Jim spoons stew into his mouth and Felix's eyes keep tracking back to his expression. He seems more... tired, now, than angry. That's probably good. And Felix is already starting to feel less dire with some food in his belly and an hour or so of a cat purring atop him.

"Remember to eat yours too," he chides after a bit, though he softens his tone. The words exchanged before are still bright and fresh in his mind. "I don't want to hog it all."