Yeah, Woody guessed it was at least something, but that was still about as much consolation as telling someone who'd gotten punched in the face that they should be grateful they hadn't been kicked in the stomach too. He wasn't going to hold that against Wally, though. The soldiers were the ones he was really angry with right now. He was actually starting to miss the nurses, for crying out loud!

When his roommate offered some food, Woody paused a moment, glancing from his own pink gruel to Wally's normal-looking meal. To be honest, he had no idea what to expect from what the soldiers had given him, but he'd half-wished they'd just started him off with this slop in the first place. That way he wouldn't have known the difference between their food and good food, and then he could have kept living in ignorant bliss. But, noooo, Landel had to get himself thrown out of power by some stupid military coup a few days after Woody showed up.

"Uh, you sure about that?" he asked after a moment with a raised brow. "I mean, it's not like they give you a whole lot to start with."