[ tim looks worn out - and from the sounds of the happenings over the last day alone he can imagine why. the man in the bed just inside of the room looked worse for wear, and he can see in tim's eyes the level of care he's gone to. he's pleased, though, when he eats at least a little bite of something. ]

Mm. On my ship, we always take care of those who walk aboard, whether they are strangers or family. If I'm to be stuck in this place I don't see why it should be any different here.

[ there's an easy sort of smile, quentin happy to hold the plate for him. he hears that stomach rumble, though and knows he made the right choice. hindsight - he's not sure he told tim where he hails from, but he doesn't seem to mind either way. ]

And you're right, I didn't have to do it, nor did I feel obligated. I may be a sea-faring brigand but I do have a heart, mind you. What have they said about his recovery? I heard all the noises and all the... things in there. I'm not familiar, but I hope they're helping him.