What a person does in the first hour of their own rescue decides who they are afterward.
Relief has a short window in which it can still turn into character. Hunger ends, the body settles, and the mind starts building a case for silence, because a hoard feels like safety to anyone who has starved long enough.
Men the city had fed nothing named their own quiet as wrong before a king ever asked them to, and that judgment moved them from scavengers to messengers inside one sentence, since the meaning assigned sets the state and the state decides what the feet do next. Eat alone through a night like that and a person wakes up as exactly who they were, better fed and nothing more.