"Mmhmm!" He says, grinning and nodding through a mouth full of food.
"This is amazing, Khorvis. Where'd you learn to cook?" Jolen asks, still shoveling food down her throat.
"Parents." He says, swallowing his food.
"Oh? What happened to them?" She asks, raising an eyebrow.
"They..." He looks down at the plate. "They died. Sisters too..." He murmurs.
The only sound that follows is a clatter as Felicia's fork falls to the plate. Her eyes and mouth are wide in shock as she stares at Khorvis. "What!? When!? Where!? How!? And how come you didn't tell me!?" She says, almost yelling.
"Plane. We were flying to Europe for our first family vacation together. The plane crashed into the mountains. They died in the crash. I was the only passenger who survived the harsh cold. This happened last year. And I didn't even know where you were. That's why I didn't say anything." He murmurs. His knuckles have gone white from clenching the utensils so hard.
"Khorvis..." Felicia murmurs, reaching a hand out to gently place it over his shaking one.
"I had to... I had to eat a person two days before they found me. I was that desperate for food..." He says, still staring at, but not really seeing, the plate.