[Gray can thank Hayame's world (or country and era, rather) for being once in which five feet is a perfectly average, nay, respectable height for a female human. She has always towered over her two-legged counterparts at seven or so feet tall herself, there is nothing abnormal about that. ... She could also thank it for being one in which "childhood" was only really conceptualized as being to thirteen or so.

So Hayame stands beside a woman grown. Which is what makes the... incredibly strange and naive thing that she says even more absurd seeming. Someone caring? The centaur looks down at her "companion" with her uncovered-by-makeshift-eyepatch brow arched.]

Food tastes good if the ingredients aren't rotted and the hands that prepare it are decent at cooking.

[- Caring?]

A person's sentiments have nothing to do with it.

[Was this woman... touched, perhaps? Or one of those Meridian hopemongers... ?]