Alas, Khemrys was raised in an abbey full of older women. Far older, who's appetites failed them often...so the mere proximity of food isn't as much goad as it could be, traied as she is to eat what they had. Or what she can catch now.

She does watch Elizabeth carefully though as she sets a lid on the small pot and fishes a comb out of her pack "Your world sounds a fair harsh one, Elizabeth" she offered gently, compassion dropping the title from the words. "I can offer fair little to balance such, but you'll always be sister-kin to me should you wish it..."

"Aye, that would do it" she agreed. "I am glad he spends time away from that pack though, for this one..."