By the time Rowan painstakingly finished preparing a meal, it was nearly dark.
He scooped some into a stone bowl to taste. Not unexpectedly, it was edible but not delicious.
Eating vaguely to fill his stomach, he then carried some to the prisoner.
Owen lay on the ground. When he heard the Omegina's footsteps, he tilted his head to look at him.
He was very obedient to the Omegina; he hardly moved at all, maintaining one lying posture for a very long time.
"Get up, bringing you food." Rowan saw he still didn't move, so he called out.
"Cannot move around blindly."
Rowan impatiently kicked him to urge him: "Now you can move. Hurry up and eat."
Owen slowly propped himself up, looking at the beast meat the Omegina brought, then looking at the Omegina a few times.
After that, there was no further action.
Rowan thought for a few seconds, put down the stone bowl, and quickly reset Owen's arm.
Owen could only regretfully pick up the stone bowl to eat by himself.
