The Storming of Meneldorod
Yetta stops briefly, first looking at Brugar, eyes wide, and then quickly looking away as the impact of his loss settles in. She'd realized when she first saw him that she hadn't seen or heard of any other dwarves here, but... they hadn't really been part of her life before, either. She can't imagine what it would have been like, coming out to a world where all the other Humans were gone.
The change of topic to food, even bad food, is a welcome one. She wipes a sleeve quickly over her eyes and then turns back, holding up a hand. "I'll only need it for a little while," she notes, wiggling a finger with a simple copper ring on it. "This thing takes... I think he said a week, before it starts working, but once it does, I don't need food, or very much sleep. And I don't need to drink, but I still can, you know, if there's something worth drinking." She grins. "It's nice. Probably the biggest down side is that nobody who's taking it away is ever serving anything you'd care to eat."