You fished out your supply pack which thankfully hadn't been thrashed too badly in the exchange. As you drew it out, you could see the harpy girl watching you, but she made no move to react and seemed more curious than anything. When you drew out what you were looking for, her attention became a lot more focused.

Contrary to what certain braggarts may claim, even predators didn't eat other people all the time. While your appetite was definitely on the carnivorous side, you could still appreciate the occasional normal meal. For example, the one you'd packed for yourself this morning.

Opening up the bag that contained your lunch, you pushed aside the bread, grain, and vegetable products before drawing out your goal. Four hefty strips of meat, cooked and seasoned to perfection by the castle chef especially for your private ventures out of the grounds. The harpy's eyes locked onto the pieces immediately, and you could practically hear the flood of drool that would no doubt follow if nothing was done.

"Here." You said, holding out one piece towards her. "You look hungry. I really only had this made with one person in mind, but I'm not opposed to sharing."

She practically lunged forwards, only to draw up short. You could see a conflict behind her eyes as her gaze snapped between the food, your face, and back to the food again.

"Come on now." You urged, waggling the strip of meat enticingly. "It's pork. You eat pork don't you? After what we just did I think it's only fair that I treat you to dinner."

Getting a whiff of the food shattered whatever hesitation she might have had. She darted forwards, nearly causing you to flinch back in fear of losing a finger, but stopping short of that range and snatching the strips from your grasp. The first was gone in an instant, practically swallowed whole, and the second met much the same fate. It wasn't until the third that she actually slowed down enough to chew and appreciate the taste. It caused her face to scrunch up in an expression of thoughtful consideration, likely trying to figure out if she enjoyed the flavor after tasting human seasoning for the first time. Whether she did nor not, she didn't turn down the last strip that you offered, pulling that one from your grasp more gently and chewing it with appreciative noises bubbling up from the back of her throat.

After she'd finished, licking her lips to get the last bit of flavor, you both took a moment to pause in the exchange, at which point you decided to make the offer you'd been considering.

"You know..." You began, causing her feathered ears to perk up. "There's more of that back where I live. If you're hungry, I think I might be able to help you out. At least until that wing of yours heals."

The harpy gave no real indication that she'd understood you beyond a curious cock of the head, but you held out your hand none the less.

"What do you say?"

She eyed the limb curiously, uncertain of what it meant, but eventually settled in poking at it with the joint in her good wing. You took this opportunity to get a light hold on her, enough to guide but not enough to cause concern, and turn back towards the way you'd come.

"This way, if you please." You said, more to yourself than anything. The harpy looked at you questioningly, but didn't resist as you started leading her out of the forest.

This had been a good way to spend the morning, you decided. Sure, you didn't bag any game, you'd lost an arrow who-knows-where at this point, and your bow would likely need a bit of repair work. Oh yeah, and you'd nearly died, but hey! How many of your siblings could say that they had a pet harpy?