Imani glanced up at the rogue, surprised that he was actually making conversation with her. Then again, this question, like all his others, must have a personal application to him. He was probably trying to decide whether to stay in the area or not. "We're going through a drought right now." She explained. "When the rains do come, they come hard-- but when they don't, it seems like they're gone forever."
Again, he did not reply. His silence was unnerving, but she found that it also intrigued her. He obviously put a lot of thought into his words... unlike herself. She had the unfortunate condition known as 'Paw-In-Mouth Disease', and often regretted the things that she'd blurt out at random. It had gotten her in trouble more than once, and laughed at even more than that. "I'm sure they'll come again soon, though." She smiled, "They seem to know when they're needed."
It then occurred to her that, while he had told her to eat her kill, he himself was most likely quite hungry. Even though food was becoming more and more scarce, she hadn't planned to hunt in the first place, and it didn't feel right not to at least offer... "Do you want some? Of the kill, I mean. You can have the rest, and then I can lead you to the watering hole."