"It's fine," Avery snaps, even as he paces back and forth like some sort of caged beast. "I'm just..."

Hungry? It feels like the closest word to how he feels, but he's eaten well while he's been in these ruins and even while they've been on the road, and so there's no reason he should be. He just knows that he needs something. He isn't sure what. "I don't suppose there are any other 'side effects' of that curse of yours you haven't told me about?"