Naethra settled against the room's far wall just in time to hear Duran speculate about torturing prisoners to extract useful information. She elected to stay quiet in the hope that she'd be able I figure out just what she'd missed.
"Oh, thank you," she said absently as Gwyn placed down a plate of food. It... reminded Naethra of porridge she used to eat as a girl back home, flavorless and runny and somehow vaguely unwholsome. It had clearly been chosen for her to accommodate her lack of teeth, but the result looked like something that would be fed to a baby.
"Gods, I miss teeth," Naethra murmured before she looked up. She was shocked by Gwyn's new changes, but Oric and Red quickly addressed the now squirrelly bard. It seemed just lingering here wasn't going to be a safe option after all.
Naethra picked at her meal, swallowing what she could before thanking Gavin and following her teammates out the door. At least no thought to ask About why she sucked away just then.