Somewhere at the edge of his hearing there was a faint rumbling noise. He was far too lost in his reverie to pay it much mind, but then there was the much harder to ignore sensation of a hoof prodding his flank. Rising to attention instantly, his neck twisted around hurriedly to blink down at the mare beside him, and he was about to ask her what she required when she helpfully explained a second later.
Farasi looked briefly startled at that, as if he had forgotten ponies required food on a semi-frequent basis, but swiftly nodded shortly, his brow furrowed in thought. Now that she mentioned it, he was a touch hungry as well; getting a new eye -- squeee -- was something of an energy-consuming process. Pursing his lips into a contemplative line, he set about puzzling out where exactly food could be procured, running through his inadequate mental map of the area.
"... Right. Right, yeah. Same here, really," he started walking again as he spoke, dragging Eska along with him by way of the leg around her, though he was going at a distinctly lackadaisical pace. "Let's see... last time I checked, there was some hay around here. That should do."
"I mean, sure, it's hay, but... Well, that's the cons of living away from a stupidly overpopulated city," he allowed with a short, restrained snicker. The hay was still vivid in his memory mainly due to the fact that they hadn't really gotten a chance to eat it -- or at least, he hadn't -- on account of Sam's abrupt disappearance. Which led directly to Frost's disappearance, which led to him taking a claw to the face.
Dismissing the memory with a flick of the head, he put a smile back on his face and kept walking along at an easy, pleasant strolling pace. No need to dwell on it now, not on such a nice day.