Lion Head Mesa i might be just like you.

Nazli realized she wasn't hungry. There had been nothing wrong with the hen, or with the replacement meal, and she felt such guilt now for ruining a perfectly good meal! She saw what was now offered, and heard the delicate care that Toula carried as she spoke, and felt it more and more. Guilt, embarrassment, rage, sorrow; it was everywhere, all at once.

Rather than refuse the princess, Nazli would let her subservience win. It would make the girl happy if she ate - even if the taste did not agree with Nazli, who until her bleeding had been a true glutton.

She took some food and quietly chewed it, then forced it down with a hard swallow.