[ She settles in next to him — not too close, still maintaining her polite disposition. His question doesn't surprise her, but what does is her lack of feeling like she should deflect, and turn his attention towards other matters. Since coming here, she's come a long way from seeing her fellow guests just the same as the guests in the house. There's not... as much a need to hide this, particularly from him, right?
Maybe... she actually wants it to be known. ]
I have long since forgotten... what it is to feel hungry or tired.
[ It is easier to simply let it out, than continue to think of excuses to divert his attention away, for however long they will be here. So she admits it plainly, keeping her hands folded neatly in her lap. ]
I have not a need for sustenance nor sleep. Perhaps "cannot" is a more accurate description... to prepare something for someone else pleases me enough. [ She still keeps her skills in preparing food sharp: there's the feast she'd cooked a Le Reveillon, the cake she'd baked for his birthday, and the practiced ease with which she can still brew a perfect cup of tea. Her head bows in deference, shutting her eyes momentarily. ] But I thank you for your consideration.
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Maybe... she actually wants it to be known. ]
I have long since forgotten... what it is to feel hungry or tired.
[ It is easier to simply let it out, than continue to think of excuses to divert his attention away, for however long they will be here. So she admits it plainly, keeping her hands folded neatly in her lap. ]
I have not a need for sustenance nor sleep. Perhaps "cannot" is a more accurate description... to prepare something for someone else pleases me enough. [ She still keeps her skills in preparing food sharp: there's the feast she'd cooked a Le Reveillon, the cake she'd baked for his birthday, and the practiced ease with which she can still brew a perfect cup of tea. Her head bows in deference, shutting her eyes momentarily. ] But I thank you for your consideration.