Eln stared down at her, still flummoxed. She had never been quite this way towards him before. He wondered if the drink had caused this. Or maybe, with the veil lifted, she was beginning to show signs of who she was before her loss. He stood there while he thought, planted like a tree. "Hmm," he grunted finally. Then he turned and left to find her some food as she had asked, shaking his head as he walked away.
Eln returned some minutes later with two of a flat, soft thing called a "bread", and on it, a stack of skewered and roasted fishes. He found the wind and sat so as to block it from chilling At-Id. Then he divided up what he had brought, and he offered her the one with the larger fishes. "Anything more?"