If Disciple were able to quantify things the way the Helmsman does, she'll have noticed that he protested for 2.2 minutes less than before, and that he ate 4.4 more grams of soup than usual. He's not stupid, he's made the connection that he needs to eat in this place, as distasteful as the activity might be, but that doesn't mean he has to like it or make it easier on her.

He just stares at her and blinks slowly a few times. He feels an uncomfortable fullness settling between his ribs, and the unfamiliar gurglings of his bodily processes starting up. None of this is pleasant, so "better" is certainly not the word he'd choose.