Old Rose streets
The lip was wiggled back and forth between their teeth, the raen oddly distraught that they might have offended or upset him. He was possibly the closest thing they had to a friend in the world right now and the last thing they wanted to do was to put distance between them. They needed someone at the moment, they really did and while they'd managed to be a complete mess and communicate all wrong - which wasn't like them at all - they really did appreciate what he was doing, what he had done.
Still, they said nothing as they walked, choosing to mull over words instead, to choose them with care as they observed the little exchange between Kit and the cook play out. It didn't require their input and they wanted to be ready with the right words when the opportunity came. They had to convey just how grateful they were, they had to talk about sleeping arrangements like a level-headed person rather than sounding like a horny beast - they really weren't right now - and work out how to field questions that they felt were inevitable.
They couldn't lie but they could spin the truth and if they couldn't manage that... well, if they asked Kit not to ask about a particular thing, Shae suspected that he'd drop it. They just needed to get their head on straight and not say anything inappropriate this time.
Unfortunately, they had to concentrate on other things, physical things. Dealing with walking and carrying a platter and loading it with food and holding onto the body and thinking... it was all quite a lot. Their tongue protruded slightly from between their lips, an intense look of concentration on their face as they placed various items on the platter, considering what would be good to eat, what was least likely to upset their stomach.
They had plenty of cheese and fruit and some bread, contemplating what the best thing to drink would be. They finally settled on water, smiling their thanks at everyone before following Kit who was very caught up in how his pig was being dispensed, intent on the parts that were being cut and everything. The raen set down their mug, cradling the half-filled plate in the crook of one arm, pressing the edge of it carefully against their chest as they moved close to the galdor. Their newly freed hand moved to lightly touch the man's elbow, tentative and a little rigid as if they expected the man to flinch from them; they actually did think he would.
"Kit? I... I wanted to thank you. I wanted you to know that... I appreciate this. Really. I don't want you to think that I don't," they murmured, fingers curling into the crook of his elbow, squeezing it gently. The smile they offered him was sweet, growing to become radiant as they tried to express some of the warmth they felt towards him, the burning gratitude. And then with the greatest care, they rose up on their toes and placed a feathery kiss on his cheek, feeling the scratch of his beard against soft lips, not wholly unpleasant.
They returned themself to the ground, balance restored, turning away from them with the slightest stir of dizziness as they went to pick up their tankard again. Then they moved to talk to the pig boy, asking him to carve a small bit off for them, their smile drawing an answering one from him and a bit more meat then they'd asked for accompanied by a wink.
"So where are we going to put ourselves so we can eat?" they asked Kit softly, juggling the items they carried while they tried to push hair back from their face.