[ Confusion flits through her expression. Not Ben Solo, silver spoon in his mouth, child of Rebellion heroes. What purpose could he have for scavenging food from the carcasses of whatever was around in the wild? But he hadn't, of course. It sinks in just as her mouth opens, a sound in the back of her throat aborted before it comes to fruition. It is not Ben Solo, child of Han and Leia, but Ben Solo student to Luke who has hunted.
Of course he had. She'd seen Luke on the island, busying himself with survival skills. At the time she'd fancied that it had made them similar in some way. ]
Right. [ She wouldn't have let it sitting out have stopped her, necessarily, in more desperate times. But there is food at Morningstar's safehouse. She does not need to reach for rotten meat. (She has done it before. Definitions of 'edible' change with circumstances.) ] Eating it's not the point, so that's fine.
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Of course he had. She'd seen Luke on the island, busying himself with survival skills. At the time she'd fancied that it had made them similar in some way. ]
Right. [ She wouldn't have let it sitting out have stopped her, necessarily, in more desperate times. But there is food at Morningstar's safehouse. She does not need to reach for rotten meat. (She has done it before. Definitions of 'edible' change with circumstances.) ] Eating it's not the point, so that's fine.