"Hardly enough to keep a young man's stamina up," Vex observes. There's still a flirtatious note in her tone, but also some genuine concern. As flinty eyed as she can be about money, certainly as she likes to seem, she can't pretend the idea doesn't reach her. Prison rations aren't going to keep someone fit for...

Well.

Any kind of physical exertion.

"We'll see you get breakfast before we leave tomorrow." One brow lifts to lighten the tone again. "Or something to eat, at least."