"By this point, I'm sure he realizes he can't defend them all..." Prowl suggested, taking a few more pieces of meat from the table; she hadn't realized how hungry she'd gotten, perhaps due to the healers' magic. She thought for a moment, her mind turning to what her people would think of her oath to this vulpine, and growled at herself, clenching her fists angrily; she'd have to either die or leave, and since it didn't look like the first was going to happen anytime soon... She shook her head to clear it. "Look, we don't have very many crops that grow well here, and the water is always under a sheet of ice. We don't have enough mages to do anything about it, because we're warriors and lack the magical aptitude... Does that help?" After this burst, she looked down ashamedly, her hands still clenched into fists.