Do you blindly trust everything you're told is meant for you?

[Maybe once he would have taken it up, with caution still, but at the time he didn't want something so... solid. This was a passing stop to derail some disaster so he could get back to his mission. Neccesary.

He was already tossing a bit of butter and a few herbs in to a cast iron he put on to a set up over the fire, and then placed the fish fillets he'd cut in it, skin side down.]

More danger in having one place known you can be found, especially asleep.