[He reaches out, his hands gripping her forearm and shoulder, soft but resisting. He looks to the food, his stomach twisting up in knots and growling with reckless anger; the devil's work, perhaps? He licks his lips.]
I fear there's some bewitchment placed upon this food and drink.
We must find a way out instead; we mustn't let ourselves be carried away by overindulgence and indigestion. Surely there's a way out of here we can find.
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[He reaches out, his hands gripping her forearm and shoulder, soft but resisting. He looks to the food, his stomach twisting up in knots and growling with reckless anger; the devil's work, perhaps? He licks his lips.]
I fear there's some bewitchment placed upon this food and drink.
We must find a way out instead; we mustn't let ourselves be carried away by overindulgence and indigestion. Surely there's a way out of here we can find.