“What…?” Cyr murmured to himself as she called back. Man, this girl really did not like taking help from people huh? From the moment the two of them appeared on the island, she doubted his intentions over and over. He could understand it…to a point. But this was getting out of hand. How long had it been since she had eaten anything?
“Where would I even get poison? It’s not under cooked- I do this for a living. We have plenty of fish…” He held up all of the fish he managed to catch, some in his arms, some still skewered on the make shift spear he had carved. “You got to be hungry, Malia.”
“I don’t know okay? You’re the smart one, the one that can fish, and pick out berries. You’d probably just take one of the ones I’ve almost eaten while we’ve been here that would have killed me. Maybe next time you should just let me eat it… You’re right, I am hungry. But I’m a big girl, I don’t need you pity feeding me.”
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