[... Oh. Konoha feels an embarrassed, somewhat self-conscious but flattered smile instinctively begin to blossom back on her expression for such a direct, sweet (to her) comment. Just as immediately, she moves to cover it, because now wasn't the right time to smile, look at the state of him... but- but if he liked her smile, maybe she shouldn't? Her hand moves up and down a bit helplessly as she stands torn over whether to let it show or not, but finally, for just a brief moment before the concern overtakes her again...
She smiles gratefully.
The closer she shuffles, the more a keen observer would be able to pick up the changes that have started to come over her body... but they would have to be looking, because like Ace (though perhaps for a different reason than Ace) she has put a great deal of thought and care into hiding them. The downy brown feathers in her undercoat become more clear; curiously, they seem most numerous on her back legs. Because she can't reach her back legs well, and she's been plucking the feathers out every night no matter how painful it is to do that. The horse blanket she has thrown over her withers hides that her withers have grown sharp with some weight loss, unable to eat enough in the current shortage to feed both the natural needs of a half ton body and a greedy extra soul she never asked for. Her eyes, which had been a brownish amber when they first met, are tinged with a subtle hint of gold that hadn't been there before.
And those eyes look over him for signs of sickness, but... she can't tell. What might be sick and what might be what the people here called "corruption".]
I usually eat enough for five, but... the servings are getting kind of smaller these days... and I don't want to take more than everyone else gets...
[Her own (adopted) parents had sacrificed for her sake when food had been in short supply, knowing she required more... and she had swallowed her protests because they had been family, and she accepted their willing choice. She couldn't ask strangers in the Augmented, families, children, to watch her receiving more than them. But her hunger response was fine, the taste wasn't bad... so his problem-]
The food here's nothing like my home's, though. And people stab everything on their plate...
[... with forks. What the heck kind of a word was "fork", anyway?]
Do you think maybe your appetite would be better if the food was like you're used to? If you describe it... maybe I could try making it for you? I'm pretty good at cooking...
[And she'd much rather be doing that than... searching the dangerous wilds for killing stones.]
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She smiles gratefully.
The closer she shuffles, the more a keen observer would be able to pick up the changes that have started to come over her body... but they would have to be looking, because like Ace (though perhaps for a different reason than Ace) she has put a great deal of thought and care into hiding them. The downy brown feathers in her undercoat become more clear; curiously, they seem most numerous on her back legs. Because she can't reach her back legs well, and she's been plucking the feathers out every night no matter how painful it is to do that. The horse blanket she has thrown over her withers hides that her withers have grown sharp with some weight loss, unable to eat enough in the current shortage to feed both the natural needs of a half ton body and a greedy extra soul she never asked for. Her eyes, which had been a brownish amber when they first met, are tinged with a subtle hint of gold that hadn't been there before.
And those eyes look over him for signs of sickness, but... she can't tell. What might be sick and what might be what the people here called "corruption".]
I usually eat enough for five, but... the servings are getting kind of smaller these days... and I don't want to take more than everyone else gets...
[Her own (adopted) parents had sacrificed for her sake when food had been in short supply, knowing she required more... and she had swallowed her protests because they had been family, and she accepted their willing choice. She couldn't ask strangers in the Augmented, families, children, to watch her receiving more than them. But her hunger response was fine, the taste wasn't bad... so his problem-]
The food here's nothing like my home's, though. And people stab everything on their plate...
[... with forks. What the heck kind of a word was "fork", anyway?]
Do you think maybe your appetite would be better if the food was like you're used to? If you describe it... maybe I could try making it for you? I'm pretty good at cooking...
[And she'd much rather be doing that than... searching the dangerous wilds for killing stones.]