Salem slouches some until his arm comes to rest against hers, his cup still at his lips as he sips slowly, just getting his body accustomed to having nourishment again. He'd been surviving on very little for the last week, rationing his food as much as he could and hunting where possible until he'd gotten to the mountains and had to rely solely on the last of what he'd set out with. He could only easily carry so much and still make good time here, after all.

"There are others here...I met a woman, her vallaslin of Sylaise...I fear I may have startled her." He reaches for the porridge as he speaks, lifting the bowl to his lips, as if unsure that his fingers will cooperate with a spoon. After a mouthful, he looks back to Pel and the look she's giving him, bowing his head to nudge against hers gently. "I'll want for little, as long as you're here."