Zak

Hungry as he is, Zak still eats delicately, cutting tiny bites off the chicken and lifting them to his mouth one at a time. His eyes widen in pleased surprise at the first bite - it's better than he'd really expected to find at a little roadside stop in the middle of nowhere - and a few minutes later he waves the innkeeper's wife over to collect his empty plate before getting up to fetch a piece of fruit from the table in front of the fire.