[Hayame is not a particularly expressive woman, having been raised not only to hide her true opinion of things in favor of a serious, obedient look that masters would look favorably upon, but knowing that giving away anything about herself was a weakness. Even something simple as what food she found delicious... instinctively, she guarded it.
... She isn't much of a talker, either, when she eats. Especially not when it's in situations like this, as opposed to a banquet or some such when she at least has the wherewithal to know she's supposed to be making conversation. But perhaps Yuri could have guessed that.
Hayame... keeps eating, giving only small nods when water is provided.
I truly cannot emphasize how much she is steadily putting in her mouth.]
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... She isn't much of a talker, either, when she eats. Especially not when it's in situations like this, as opposed to a banquet or some such when she at least has the wherewithal to know she's supposed to be making conversation. But perhaps Yuri could have guessed that.
Hayame... keeps eating, giving only small nods when water is provided.
I truly cannot emphasize how much she is steadily putting in her mouth.]