They've just finished another of their invigorating little rounds of "Take a sip at least!" "System doesn't require nourishment." "Please, Helmsman, just a bit?" and Di sighs as she pours the remaining soup into a bowl, covering it until it can cool off and be safely stored in the thermal hull for reheating later.

She wonders if Dolorosa ever had nearly as much trouble getting a young Signless to eat as she's having convincing the ancient Helmsman that food won't kill him, and is, in fact, a necessity. Thinking of Dolorosa makes her sigh again, deeper this time. She misses her so terribly, her advice, her quiet help, her unobtrusive way of comforting, even her mere presence...

She turns back to the Helmsna, seeking to distract herself. "Do you feel a bit better now?"