Long after she had started walking, Yorda spotted a familiar figure on the beach and hurried her own pace in response. The Master might have seemed calm, but Yorda was still worried about him - and what he might do. Upon finally reaching the man. Yorda looked up at him as she offered him the (still rather heavy) basket of meats she had brought for him wordlessly. Perhaps he would need food before he felt like speaking, perhaps not - but for the first time since she had found herself in this strange place, Yorda didn't feel like asking any questions.