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[When the broth is slid close enough that he can take it as being allowed to have it he slides it close, protectively wrapping his wounded arm around it like this was not Sauron's table and instead was one of the lesser ones where people who as of yet had no reason to fear him stole from his plate (or tried).

He sighs softly. He really should hate him more than he did, it wasn't fair. With a soup spoon he eats some of the broth as he considers this whole situation.]

And you think this will earn you a better soldier? [Or a better Adar???? He really wants to ask without endangering his broth.]