"...yes?" Rhys really wishes he hadn't made that sound so much like a question. There's a bit of relief in the word as well, knowing that maybe he wasn't going to get eaten while he slept. But there was also a healthy dose of suspicion that maybe the reassurance was a lie just to make him let his guard down.

"That's good to hear, though," Rhys tells him, nodding. "I'm sure I don't taste good anyway. Gamey. Dried out. I'm not good meat. I eat meat better than I am meat."

That makes little sense so Rhys shakes his head, shakes the words away. "Anyway, good. No eating me."