"Maybe it's not hungry."

"Maybe they're scared. We need to work on teaching them English."

He brings her some bread and peanut butter.

She appears to be unfamiliar with both, but after a bit of poking she nibbles at them.

Derek demonstrates the human ritual of spreading peanut butter onto bread.

Up to her if she wants him to do that, he certainly appreciates her approach.

Yeah, if they're going to make her eat adorned bread is preferable to unadorned, he can do that.

He adorns her bread.

"Eating can be difficult for me. Kobold understand difficult?"

"...maybe?"

"Understand pain? Understand walk, eat, sleep? Understand tired, wake up?"

"No understand walk."

"This is bread. This is a type of food. Bread is a type of food. This is peanut butter. Peanut butter is a type of food. Peanut butter and bread are types of food."

He walks across the room and back.

"Walk is a kind of go."

Nod. "Okay."

"If hungry or tired, walk can be difficult."

He mimes what a hungry person trying to walk looks like. It's not very realistic.

She gets it anyway. "Okay. Why difficult eat?"

"If murderer kill victim, victim is dead. If we help victim, victim maybe is alive. I eat to stay alive. Understand?"

Nod.

"If I want to stay alive, but I do not want to eat, I say eating is difficult." 

Ah.

Well.

That's certainly a different problem than the one she has.

"Okay."

"I help?"

"Kobold help me eat, I help kobold eat?"

She hesitates, thinking, and then nods sharply. "Yes."

"Are we going to have a sleepover? I didn't bring my jammies." 

"Good night, Stiles." 

And then they're alone. 

Derek takes some bread and some peanut butter and has his dinner.

The kobold disappears for a couple minutes and returns with two pieces of jerky and a small, inexpertly handmade bowl of dried berries; she keeps a piece of jerky for herself and offers the rest to Derek.

"Thank you."

He eats this supplement gratefully.  

"If victim when I sleep, wake me up." 

He screams, but it's more like a howl. 

"Wake me up."