"I'll admit I'm a bit skeptical of wrapping foods in tin to keep them longer, but I would like to believe you wouldn't try to poison me." He's appreciative, really. He keeps eating in any case, it's surprisingly nice if a little lacking, but chicken soup is good for the soul, as they say. It's slightly better than some of the trail rations and stews they'd put together whilst camping and traveling.

"I'll have to thank Malcolm later. I'm glad you managed to find somewhat of a purpose though, enough to keep you from the forest." He studies the other quirking a brow, he can see he's not exactly looking his best, perhaps dealing with plenty of whatever drove him mad the other night. More than just the fear of the fires.

"You've been exceptionally kind and hospitable to me since my arrival and I'm of the notion that we're all in this together, one way or the other. Saving your fine ass seemed the best I could do for all of us." He points at him with the spoon as if it were any kind of threat, but the stern look in his eye said enough.

"Just don't do it again." A slight pause to go with that pointed statement and the Look.

"I won't always be there to save you, you know, no matter how small this town may be." He takes another spoonful of food, letting it warm his throat as it goes down. He considers asking him about what happened out there but instead chooses another topic.

"Did everyone make it out alright?" It's a point of pride, he failed to stop the fires but he needed to know he helped some.