[He's about to open his mouth to tell her she's a pretty crappy maid, but woops, there is some soup there.]
[Nom nom nom. It's not bad soup! It hangs a bit heavily in his stomach, but there's another spoonful preventing him from complaining. Ah, well, he can certainly put food away. With surprising obedience, he lets her feed him the bowl, reclining on the pillows. Zoroark watches on, torn between being vaguely disgusted or impressed.]
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[Nom nom nom. It's not bad soup! It hangs a bit heavily in his stomach, but there's another spoonful preventing him from complaining. Ah, well, he can certainly put food away. With surprising obedience, he lets her feed him the bowl, reclining on the pillows. Zoroark watches on, torn between being vaguely disgusted or impressed.]
Got any apple gels or something...?
[You know, those things that restore your HP!]