A smile pulls at Ellis' mouth, even as his attention is directed downward to the contents of the pot.

"I've never met a creature that didn't eat."

But then, what is Thot, exactly? Something pulled from the Fade, leggy and curious and more durable than she had a right to be.

"Is she cold?" seems a relevant query. His gaze flashes up to find Thot in the furry folds of Silas' coat, then lift further to Silas' face, eyebrows lifting questioningly.