Arx's grin widened. "I need magic to live; just like you need chickens. Witches are just the best part of the chicken." Why eat the giblets, when there are drumsticks within reach? It was a concept that seemed foreign to them; perhaps it was simply too close to home... The thought that, outside of their bubble of perception, humans were little more than a source of food.
Not that that in particular, seemed to be Kinu's hang up.
Catching the look down at her recently acquired bloody rags, Arx fished one out of her tattered waistband and held it up. She certainly wasn't ashamed of it. "Not the tastiest, dried blood on a dirty rag; but one does what they can to survive and stay sane when the alternative is... messy." Kinu hadn't seen the guards, but Xia, and Mulvric had. Arx hadn't even wanted to eat them... but they were in the way.
"If that Hammer catches me though, should the girl 'defect'?" Arx simply shrugged, before stuffing her 'emergency food' back into the waistband of her ruined prison pants. "Would call that 'fair play', mm?"