"I don't need more." Which is true enough. She's out here from stubbornness - there's only so much she will accept from Iorveth without a growl overtaking her, without him sneering at her, even with their uneasy and developing alliance. She's always keen to prove herself and if that means getting her own food for a few weeks then she will go out of her way to do it, to show him wrong if she can.

Turning her head, Lauralae lifts her hands to pull her hood lower, careful as she watches Harry.

"You are too far from home."