"I am not hurt," he says quickly, noticing the look in her eyes.

When she mentions hunting prey, his expression shifts slightly, but it is moreso concern for her trying to let that part of her soul out so soon. But he understands hunger. He glances at Taweret.

"She sleeps, and would likely protest if we left without waking her," he adds. "But I'm sure she would understand."

She still might protest Kreyu getting out of bed anytime soon, but it is what it is.