Owyn ate ravenously. His body felt like it had lines seared into it across a hundred places, as though someone had sliced him apart and forged him back together, which very well might have been what happened in magical terms, but that didn't matter because there was food in front of him and he so badly needed to fill himself.
Kordia kept it coming, swapping with Malzkael after the first hour, then swapping back, as Owyn just kept eating and eating, sitting on the floor amidst the now-inert spell formation and stacking up plates a meter into the air at a time as he ate even the bones of what he was fed. Until at last he started to slow.
"Are you ready to listen?" Malzkael asked the moment his eyes seemed to grow a bit more lucid.
"I've been listening?" Owyn looked around, as if waking up yet again. How much did I eat?
"How many times have I asked you that question then?"
"This is the first?" Owyn replied.
