[ Gwenhwyfar is just going to take his word for it, realizing he has some sort of foresight that she doesn't have and what some can only dream of.
Insofar, it smells wonderful.
And perhaps she should sit down... it's just that Gwenhwyfar doesn't sit in the chair, she sits on the edge of a table, more like a cat than anyone remotely human. She does it without thinking about her comfort, only taming the ever-present hunger in her body when she eats it.
With more food in her stomach, she's eating it politely this time.
Like the royal she is. ]
It's delicious.
[ And more importantly, it's helping, a little. Like before, she eats it pretty quickly. ]
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Insofar, it smells wonderful.
And perhaps she should sit down... it's just that Gwenhwyfar doesn't sit in the chair, she sits on the edge of a table, more like a cat than anyone remotely human. She does it without thinking about her comfort, only taming the ever-present hunger in her body when she eats it.
With more food in her stomach, she's eating it politely this time.
Like the royal she is. ]
It's delicious.
[ And more importantly, it's helping, a little. Like before, she eats it pretty quickly. ]
I hate this stupid hunger.