Aarek huffed a bit at her insistence that he not pay fully, but he didn't challenge her. For a young woman, she apparently had quite the stubbornness when it came to her decisions. And who was he to argue with a lady? "Yes, ma'am," was his only response. He bit down a smirk as he diligently removed a silver coin from the pouch, sliding it over to her. His mood was lighter than it had been since arriving in Mamlak.
At least, until Alairia appeared to sink at his compliment. Oh no. Her words were quieter, and clearly portrayed a subject that she wished to avoid. Oh no. He hadn't meant to upset her. Panicking slightly, he opened his mouth, but no words came out. Aarek was ready to issue an apology for dredging up her past. Questioning her about any of that immediately went out the window. But just as soon as the cloud over her had appeared, her smile lit up her face once more. He sighed audibly in relief, but remained cautious about his word choice. The last thing he wanted was to make his healer feel sad.
He raised an eyebrow at her mention of the worker in the kitchen. So, she wasn't here completely alone. That was good, anyways, in case something were to happen, gods forbid. Food actually did sound rather nice. Aarek had been on the road for so long, he honestly couldn't remember the last time he'd had a balanced meal. As if on cue, the half-elf's stomach let out a loud and rather embarrassing grumble. Redness exploded on his face, the blush obvious even with his sunkissed skin.
"Ah, yes…" he chuckled a bit nervously, but the warmth soon faded from his cheeks. It was hard to stay uncomfortable in the other's soothing presence, which he was grateful for. "Well, maybe it has been a while since I've eaten a proper meal." The smile morphed into something more genuine, and he fidgeted with the rim of his glasses.
"I'm not particular, miss. Anything is fine, really," he answered honestly. Kassia made a noise somewhat akin to "tsk" on his shoulder, but he just rolled his eyes. The songbird was always trying to get him to be more pushy. Yet, Aarek was perfectly content with his way of living life. Besides, if the meal was free, then what right did he have to make demands? None. "Please, whatever your cook wants to make is fine. And I'd love to meet her, so I can thank her, if that's alright?" He tacked on the last part as a question, unsure of how things were done here. In most taverns, he would go to the back and personally thank whoever had cooked his meal, since they often didn't get recognition. But he was unsure of whether or not that was okay here in Mamlak.