Gyrfalcon's Keep fool me once, strike one. fool me twice, strike three.

This girl reminded Maia of the other nice one, Hyacinth... and while her stomach churned a bit at the thought of food, she considered seeing if the woman would help her to find something.  But no.  Likely she'd just immediately puke it up anyway.

Something else did sound good though... "Water?"  she asked, the question almost half a whine.  Ok Maia.  Pull it together.  "Could you help me find some?"  The second came out a little less pitifully, but her gaze was pleading as she stared up.  Laying it on as thick as she could, though the fact that she really was miserable and pathetic at the moment certainly helped.