Seeing that his Omegina truly paid him no heed, Owen, whose feet were just about to run outside, abruptly hit the brakes and turned back to his Omegina's side. His tail drooped apologetically like a puppy that had done something wrong: "Whichever fruit you want to eat, I'll pick it for you."
Rowan gave him a glance and casually picked out a few unspoiled fruits to munch on. The cool sweetness of the fruit melting in his mouth soothed his thirst and gnawing hunger, dispelling the feeling of sweltering heat within his body.
He sat down on the ground, tossing a few fruits to Owen who was staring at him hungrily: "Eat these for now, and after eating, clean up the cave. Stop looking at me as if I'm about to starve to death; skipping one meal won't kill me."
