[He helps her stand, by nature of standing up himself, and once she situates herself, he drops at arm at her waist. Bellamy gives a nod at her 'thanks,' not particularly interested in dragging it out himself.]

[He starts to walk - it's not slow, but it's not fast either. He wants to find a pace that works for them both and doesn't make them stand out.] Oddly enough, some of it feels like home. [Earth home, at least. The way the feast is being held reminds him of the Grounders, and another whiff of the food reminds him of how hungry he is. But he's wary about eating it.]

Figured I could wait and see if anyone keels over from eating before we even think about trying anything. [It looks more well prepared than anything he's ever seen in his life. Or maybe it just seems that way, given what he's gotten used to dieting on.] I'm still working on how much of this fairy stuff is bullshit. Maybe we've been slipped some kinda hallucinogenic. [Because the way his life's gone, getting drugged doesn't even seem out of place.]