She was grateful that the woman did not meet her gaze and, eventually, she dropped her own. Gathering what shreds remained of her dignity - what Howe hadn't taken from her too - she fought to control any outward emotion she might have displayed. Her voice sounded small, fragile, when she spoke, but her request was necessary. "You mentioned something about food, my lady?"

Though she hated to feel weak and powerless, she knew she needed to eat. Nothing would come of this day if she did not try to help herself.