[Tiir can't really say whether he trusts Walter or not; here, where his friends' lives aren't resting on his shoulders, he doesn't have to think so much over who to trust and who not to.
He glances at the ducks, and then at Walter, before smiling (perhaps a bit wryly) and holding up the bread.]
Want some?
[... Not that he expects Walter to say 'yes', but, well.]
i don't accept that answer
He glances at the ducks, and then at Walter, before smiling (perhaps a bit wryly) and holding up the bread.]
Want some?
[... Not that he expects Walter to say 'yes', but, well.]