[Itachi allows himself a slight smile at the young man's actions. He isn't offended. Somewhat amused, perhaps. Ninja like him aren't commonplace here, so he can't expect to simply mention what he was trained as and expect the other refugee to understand.
He lifts a long stick toward the fire, poking at one of the logs so it shifts to allow the flames to spread easier.]
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[Itachi allows himself a slight smile at the young man's actions. He isn't offended. Somewhat amused, perhaps. Ninja like him aren't commonplace here, so he can't expect to simply mention what he was trained as and expect the other refugee to understand.
He lifts a long stick toward the fire, poking at one of the logs so it shifts to allow the flames to spread easier.]
Have you eaten?