[ Himeka, on the other hand, is pleasantly surprised. The tales she has heard of the sort of rations that prisoners are served under normal circumstances set very low expectations. Yet her own trained palate can tell that someone put thought into this. Prisoners or not, whoever the chef was took the time to make something that they themselves would be happy to eat.
That should be a good sign, shouldn't it? Someone out there cares enough to care.
So she is somewhat happily munching on her own portions, paying mild attention to the woman who looks as if she would rather be sick than eat anything put in front of her. ]
Hm?
[ Himeka does not at all make the connection of this meal to a trial by combat. Why would she?
She cocks her head to the side and gives it a moment's thought, chewing slowly as her long dragon-like tail twitches at the end. ]
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That should be a good sign, shouldn't it? Someone out there cares enough to care.
So she is somewhat happily munching on her own portions, paying mild attention to the woman who looks as if she would rather be sick than eat anything put in front of her. ]
Hm?
[ Himeka does not at all make the connection of this meal to a trial by combat. Why would she?
She cocks her head to the side and gives it a moment's thought, chewing slowly as her long dragon-like tail twitches at the end. ]
Myself.
[ She says rather simply. ]
What about you?