Seongho doesn’t want the fox to move too far for her meal, injured as she is. If she eats all of what he’s served her, he’s happy to give her more. There’s plenty to go around. The stew would feed him alone for several days. It’s easy to pop in a pot and reheat, so he cooks it in larger amounts. That tends to be how Seongho eats.

He doesn’t stare her down while she’s eating. Most wild animals don’t enjoy that. So he busies himself rocking in his chair and just looking over his garden beside his cabin. “You just let me know if you want more, little one,” he muses as much to himself as to Nari. “You’re always welcome here for a meal. If you want to stay close, I can build you a shelter, ‘til that leg’s healed.”