[ While she may have first thought to find silverware to enjoy it, she’s one to enjoy the simpler act of eating it as Nill does, taking a little bite while considering just how loathe she had been to even smell such temptations in the beginning. Has she actually improved since then, though? The wrongful focus of her resentments may have only shifted rather than vanished.

The movement catches her off guard, only because it’s toward her, and she feels for a moment as like she had been in the midst of the realm of the fae after all, and had come so close to nearly being touched by one. Or perhaps something like a unicorn—far more benevolent of a beauty.

Though the smile she bears at the motion is small, it trembles, and it takes her a moment longer than necessary to finish her bite. She is no maiden to lure in such sweet creatures, after all, and the poor girl has been tainted enough by dark things. Yet, the very thought that Nill might think to comfort her is enough to tighten her throat and soften her gaze. ]

Worry not, I was eventually convinced to find some sense again; as much as can exist in a city such as this. I can only wonder just how your dear friends must have attempted to explain the nature of this city to you.