Logan was of no help whatsoever. Aside from sacrificing his supply of booze, he simply sat perched and watched. Halfway through her session of wincing, he began to distribute their food rations. A fire would have made for a more interesting meal, but their supper tonight would consist of dried goods and water. Anything fresh had been already consumed well before they arrived in the city itself. Going forward, their meals would be more of the same. At least until they found something more palatable or reached the point of their mission where they had no option but to turn back the way they came.

He gestured for her to drink up. "My brother'd have killed you already. Victor never did care to risk anyone knowin' we weren't like other folk."