"Yeah, that's what they usually say." He said to Dorcas with a sly wink. Dropping his rear down onto the ground, he folded his legs and began to carve a leg off of the rabbit. Juices flowed freely from the thing, staining a few drops onto his pant leg and prompting him to hold the meat further away so that it would drip on the ground instead.
"Telled ya I know what I'm doin'. We'll hit Keltaris in no time. Ya'll like it there. I dun figure yer religious, but they got some temples there ya kin see fer a dozen miles away, all kinds o' spires o' gold'n silver." His recollections were flawed. Not having been to Keltaris in several years, he made up what he needed to fill in the blanks. Keltaris had no silver on its roofs, most of the buildings were governmental, not temples, and what he saw in his minds eye as he thought about it was a jumbled mess of the dozens of other places he'd seen, all competing for a place in his mind as he imagined it. "Real good food too, bein' right on the trade route. They got some folks there really know how t'cook..."
Wresting the leg off the rabbit with a few good twists, he was about to offer it to Taal when the half-troll stormed off after a curt comment seething with venom. Chrishton thought he'd had the half-troll pegged as a reasonable, if decidedly anal, partner. Something wasn't right though, and he had no idea what was eating at the guy. Clearly, he was mistaken.
Once Tall was out of sight, he exchanged a silent glance with Dorcas that said it all. Eyebrows raised, lips curved down and pursed in a mock frown, it was the kind of look one gave behind the back of a crazy person. He shrugged it off and handed Dorcas the whole rest of the rabbit, including the stick it was skewered on.
"Eat up. Ya'll need it tomorrow."
Chrishton finished off the leg and seemed satisfied with it. He knew that what they needed to get off the Sooqui plane alive - more than food - was water. Fortunately he had a way to get some, as long as Dorcas didn't get too freaked out by it.
He flung the leg bone over his shoulder into some bushes, rubbed his hands together to clean them off, and continued to offer Dorcas nothing but confidence and smiles. "Get some sleep, too. I'll watch." He said. Of course, he had no intention of staying awake on watch. The spirits would, hopefully, do that for him.
Shifting backwards on his bum until his back met up with a tree, a gratuitously lazy motion that left a long ass-shaped groove in the dirt after him, he folded his arms and assumed the most comfortable position he could manage. If he had to remain in his human form to keep Dorcas happy, so be it.
He doubted they would be bothered by anyone else in such a barren wasteland, and as the last embers of the fire waned into a deep maroon glow, he shut his eyes and got to sleep.