"Well, I only joke when I said I'mma keep all the food. I'll share but I get to eat the good food." Zyon joked. "Regardless... anyone got an idea on how we're gonna get out of here?" Zyon purred to Marina, obviously, he was trying to get some action. "When we escape, I'll make sure to share my room with you, beautiful lady~"
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John returned to the prison block with a blanket and food for the prisoners as well as some medicine. He made sure to give the prisoners their food. He seemed nice enough to all of them with the obvious vendetta to Zyon. He made sure to give them a well rounded meal of bread, rice, a small piece of chicken and a small bowl of soup.
"Hope you all eat well. It might be chilly tonight so I bought you all some blankets..." John said slipping a blanket through the bars.
He particularly took care with Roger, tending to his wounds if any with the little medicine he had. He made sure to keep his food warm by keeping it covered by the corner and placed the blanket over him. He didn't seem as cold as he talked. He returned to the post and gave Marina a fresh bottle of water.
"I know you have to keep up with your hydration." He frowned. "Just let me know if you need any more water."