"He must have one. Why else would He create odd looking creatures with claws and beady eyes that taste so good?" she asked, raising an eyebrow. The poor crab in her hands resembled anything but what it used to be, picked apart as it was.

"I don't want to trust in my kind of luck, anyway. You've seen some of it tonight." She pried off some of the gummy, fatty bits they couldn't eat. "I'm only Champion after several gruesome deaths, nearly losing a friend, and getting a sword shoved into me." Her smile was jovial despite the subject matter. "No, I think I'll stick to relying on myself, lest something comedically tragic happen... Like finding that gigantic, monstrous crabs are actually inedible and poisonous."

She shook her head at herself. "Maker, listen to me. I'm blaming these silly little creatures for making me think of nothing else but food." She grabbed up the last one to start working on it.

"I'm not saying you should bring them here. But you can't send them a letter or let them know that you're all right?" She started to hold up her hands, remembered how filthy they were, and set them right back down on the counter. "I understand not wanting to put your parents in danger. I do. But I've also seen what happens when you spend years in silence and wonder 'what ifs' in your spare time." She shook her head placatingly. "It's just a thought, Cullen."