[Nuadha sips at his tea in silence, more than willing to take the chance to gather himself for the next skirmish as he watches Baldr eat. Although, really, it's more of his thoughts churning in directionless circles: what he'd been trying to say, the futility of it when he knows exactly where the line is where Baldr digs his heels in. If it was really the most important thing he needed to get across to Baldr. His emotions feel bruised right now, a sensation all the more unpleasant for how rarely he acknowledges it. He stifles a sigh into his cup.]
...There should be more food still, if you need it.
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...There should be more food still, if you need it.