She carefully nudges the sleepy tentacleball (awww).

"It's getting late. " She gestures towards the sinking sun since she is not sure if he is currently able to hear speech. "We should go to the village before it gets dark."

He flinches a little, curls a little tighter, and blinks up at her, still sleepy, but seems to process her words.

He manages something that is probably a garbled 'm'sorry', and attempts to reform arms and legs - without much obvious success.

"It's okay, I've got a bag here you can ride in out of sight when we get into town if that's easier for you."

He freezes, blinking up at her. He doesn't say anything, but he still somehow manages to get across 'is that okay?' and 'wouldn't that be an inconvenience for you?' and (somewhat harder to read) 'pleasepleaseplease'.

"I wouldn't have suggested it if it was a problem for me."

She shows him her spare bag. It should be more than roomy enough to hold him at his current size.

"I can try to find something in my supplies that will work as padding if this isn't comfortable enough."

It takes him a moment and then he kind of...schlups into the bag, settling into the bag with no apparent complaint. Whether that's because he is actually comfortable or because he's been taught not to complain is her guess.

Good enough for now she guesses.

She jostles the bag as little as possible while still moving quickly enough to get to town by nightfall.

Either way, she doesn't hear any complaints. In fact, by the time she reaches the village, he does appear to have fallen asleep.

She has a brief conversation with the innkeeper before going upstairs and putting the bag down on the end of the bed.

He stirs briefly during the conversation, but settles again. He doesn't immediately emerge from the bag when it's set down.

She'll give him a couple of minutes while she busies herself with cleaning and relighting the fireplace. This is faster when you aren't limited to the usual number of appendages.

He is...peeking over the top of the bag when she finishes. Although sort of ducks back out of sight at any seeming attention directed at him.

She squats by the end of the bed so as not to loom over him.

"So how about I bring some food up for both of us? I can cut it up for you."

He peeks out again, small tentacles folding over the edge of the bag. He seems, somehow, startled by the offer of food, staring at her in amazement.

"Did they really...of course they did. I'll get food and you can have as much as you'd like."

If anything the amazement increases, but he retreats back into the bag.

She goes and comes back a few minutes later with an assortment of meat, bread, and vegetables on a tray and a couple of plates. She places one plate within easy reach of the bag and starts delivering small pieces of food to the plate.

To start with there's no reaction. Eventually though, a tentacle sneaks out scoop up a couple of pieces and retreats again. There's a pause as he presumably eats the pieces he's taken before the tentacle sneaks out again.

She will continue delivering pieces of food without comment until he stops eating at which point she takes portions of food onto her own plate

She manifests an extra mouth so she can eat and talk more conveniently "So, I didn't introduce myself properly, I'm Zarân."

His eyes emerge over the edge of the bag again, tentacles curling over the top again. He blinks a couple of times, then utters a slightly muffled and indistinct: "Squid."

"That's not much of a name, do you want a better one?"

He retreats slightly, manages to give the impression of a shrug as his tentacles tighten on the edge of the bag. "M- I- They- Don't know." The words are slightly less indistinct, but still jumbled and he definitely doesn't seem to know how to express a preference.

"You can think about it if you like. No rush."

There's no response for a moment and then: "D'you need m'to...do...'nything?"

"I've got everything covered."

She sets a bit of bread aside. "If you're hungry later you can have this."