Rinoa's taking a walk of her own, Felix bounding along at her feet, when she comes across the man sprawled out on the strange, purple grass. Seeing one of its own kind in confusion makes her companion make a worried sound of his own, and the girl moves to kneel beside him, a frown creasing her brows as she reaches out, lying a hand on his shoulder.

"Hey... are you okay?"

He's probably hungry, she realizes - she remembers all too well how hard the first pang struck her, some unspecific amount of time earlier, how bad the second one was that followed, even though it seemed like she'd only just eaten. Since then, she's taken to carrying around a few small pieces of food with her, not just for her but for Felix too, who seems to have the same problem she does - the same problem it seems like this man now has.

There's a small pouch tied to the leather strap that holds her weapon in place on her left arm; she removes it now to take a small piece of mushroom from it, tapping his shoulder again before she holds it out in front of his mouth.

"Are you hungry? You should eat this... it's not much, but it's filling, okay?" She turns her head to Felix and his twin, adding: "I have some for your friend, too."