"Don't you maybe me, like I don't know perfectly well what I'm talking about." No making it sound like a rib, between post-emotion tiredness and the otherwise incredibly fond atmosphere. And food. Food smells good. As are Soldat-smiles. "Won't hear any doubt cast on you."

She is, predictably, quick to lunge at her portion. Doesn't fill any particular pit in her stomach, but it feels good besides.