Well at least he doesn't look like she slapped him in the face, so that's good. Probably not some infernal spawn, though if his appearance relates in any way to actual age, maybe he just doesn't know.

"Thank you, yes, I would like one," she replies cautiously, still not completely convinced this isn't some devil sent to entrap, to spy on her, to discover her plans for this place and put and end to the Abyss' hold on this place before she can even manage to strengthen it. Slowly, she makes her way forward until she is within arm's reach of the bag and, while keeping an eye out for any wrong movement, bends down to take one.

Caedra isn't familiar with this style, hasn't seen a lozenge in a very long time - even in Hafeld, where she had been sick once or twice in that cold, damp city she wasn't acclimated to initially, she had made do with the local preference of mallow root and honey.

"They're better like this," she says as she sits down, back against the wall, and unwraps the thing before popping it in her mouth. Sucks on it for a bit. It's okay, better than nothing.

"So, Hayden-" her question is interrupted briefly by coughing, which she tries to cover with her arm. "Ugh... Where are you from?"