For a moment, Laios stares back into those wild eyes. He still stirs, slow and deliberate - it's clear that the repetitive motion is helping him sort out his thoughts.

"I see how brightly you burn. I've only spoken to you for a couple minutes now, and I can feel it," He concedes. "But anything that burns needs fuel, doesn't it?"

He's not keen to take no for an answer, and isn't worried about any bad impressions that come from making that clear. He only stops his slow stir to take one of the bowls from a nearby stack, pouring a decent helping of meat, vegetables, and broth into it.

"If you won't do it for yourself, fuel your fire for the people who need you to stay at your strongest."