Finn stared at the girl for a moment before shaking his head slightly. "I don't expect anything in return." Finn said quietly. "Come sit and get warm, I won't bite." He then said, equally as quiet, but he was loud enough to be heard over the fire crackling. He looked away, back at the fire and food he was preparing for the girl. "What are you doing out here this far, alone?" He asked, his concern genuine even though they had only just met. It wasn't safe for a girl to be outside at night, alone. Someone could have easily followed her out here and done something terrible, it's not likely but not impossible. "You obviously don't have to answer or talk if you don't want to. You can just eat and leave, it doesn't matter to me." Finn then added after a couple of seconds. He glanced at her before taking the bag of chips and a can of ravioli out of his bag. "Take your pick." Finn said as he held out both options so she could see.

( Ah, Its so short. My apologies :( )

Aleria hadn't the slightest idea what to make of this male. He was already so different than anyone else she had met and that made her all the more suspicious. He said that he didn't want anything in return, but she didn't believe him, despite the honesty in his tone. Silently she listened to him, her gaze observant and wary. One wrong move and she'd run, with or without the food. At least, that's what she told herself, and yet, when she was instructed to sit, she found herself looking towards the fire for a second before slowly taking a seat. Her gaze had been quick to return to the male before her, watching as he retrieved a bag of chips and a can of ravioli from his bag. Almost immediately she felt herself beginning to salivate, and so as not to embarrass herself she hastily swallowed. "Ravioli..." She requested after a long moment of silence. Chewing at her bottom lip she looked up from the can and towards the male. He'd asked her why she was alone, made it obvious she didn't have to answer, and that alone had her taking down a fraction of the wall she'd put up. "I got into some trouble and had to leave home." Not a detailed explanation of why she was out here on her own, but it was the only answer she was going to give on that subject. "You?" She questioned.

When the girl had answered which one of the two items she had wanted, Finn was quick to put the other one back in the bag. He then grabbed the can opener, opened the can of ravioli, and poured it into their already dirtied pot. "This hasn't been dirty for long, we ate like 30 minutes ago but I don't think you'll mind." Finn said as he put the pot onto the fire. He listened when she spoke, stating her reason for being out there alone. It was pretty vague, which he expected since they were strangers. "I got into trouble too, not on purpose but still got in some trouble." Finn responded, giving her a vague answer as well. He assumed she may be wondering why Jinx was also out there, but Finn wasn't going to say anything. It wasn't his place, and even though saying something as vague as bad home life, he still felt as if it wasn't his place to say anything about it, especially since he saw how hard it was for her to open up to him. He glanced at Jinx, letting his gaze linger for a bit before returning his attention to the food on the fire. He grabbed the hot pot after a hot second and set it down in front of her, he then looked at the dirty utensils. He cocked his head and raised a brow. "Hm, I think we may have another fork somewhere." Finn said, grabbing his bag and checking it first. He found another fork, surprisingly not long after opening the first pocket. He then grabbed it and sat it down inside the pot, throwing the girl a glance.

Drawing her knees up to her chest, Aleria wrapped her arms around her knees, holding them close. Her gaze flicked to the pan when it was mentioned before shaking her head. "It's fine." She said, honestly it wasn't the worst thing she'd eaten out of. Since leaving home, since being on the run, she'd eaten plenty of things and had used a wide variety of dirty items, plates, and pots, many of which were in a worse state than the one that the male was holding. At the answer that she was given her gaze flicked up to him for a brief moment before she gave a nod. It didn't surprise her that she received as vague an answer as she had given and so she made no attempt to ask further. As silence settled between them, Aleria turned her gaze back to the crackling fire, watching as it devoured the wood that had been fed to it. Lifting a hand from where she'd left it on her knee she brushed a few strands of hair from her face and bit at her lower lip. It was only when the male moved, grabbing the pot from where he'd left it on the fire that her eyes shifted to him, watching as he searched his bag for a fork, and upon finding one, dropped it into the pot. If he hadn't found one she would have been more than content to use her hands, it wouldn't have mattered to her the mess such a thing would have made, or how big a fool of herself she would be making, not when hunger was leading her to willing abandon etiquette in favor of being able to eat.