She nods at that, staying silent again, keeping her eyes on her stew for a moment. She pushed the meet around without taking another bite. It's shitty to think about seeing people she cared for and having them not remember her, but she gets it, and supposes there is no reason to let herself linger on what she can't change.

She finally shovels a bite of the actual stew into her mouth, followed fairly quickly by another, because her manners beyond sitting when told to are hardly anything to write home about. At least it wasn't pancakes or pizza or something else she might inhale without even chewing.