There was a pleasant burn in the muscles of his shoulders as P'dren found a seat at a not so crowded table. Casting a nod and a small crook of a smile at the other occupants, the bronze rider set his trey down on the scarred surface. With practiced ease the blue eyed man shifted the weight of his two boys so he could sit down himself. "C'mon, Toryn. Let go of my shoulder. It's time to eat, little guy," P'dren said gently as he tried to pull the creature's claws from his leathers. "Nyvan?" He asked, "A little help buddy?" P'dren added glancing at the blue already settling down next to the bowl of meat scraps.
It took the former guardsman a few more heartbeats to move the sleepy Seraphinite to his lower arm. Chuckling softly, he went ahead and settled down in his chosen place. "Okay, Tory, I get it. It's late," The workaholic bronze rider said with a small smile as he lifted a bit of meat for the young hybrid to enjoy. "Nyvan? Do you need help?" P'dren asked hoping that the older male would be able to feed himself tonight so the human male could enjoy his own meal.
Trilling a positive note, the blue fancy flit pulled a chunk of meat from the bowl before moving to enjoy his treat. Eyeing those around him in case they wanted to steal his food, the tiny blue sent out a warning hiss. "Nyvan!" Came the immediate scolding from P'dren, "No one's going to steal your food." The rider sent an apologetic look down the table. "Sorry about that. He's not used to sharing his meals just yet."