As Psyche listened, her mind raced through the new information she received, trying to identify patterns, piece together the puzzle. She knew what Sato was, though it hadn't occurred to her that securing the means of her survival would have been difficult. She rather assumed that surviving so long -- longer than most of her kind had -- would have strengthened Sato further. Listening to her now, there was almost vulnerability in her honesty. Psyche was touched. But even moreso, she was worried. How would she continue to survive if daily living cost her so much?
At the final question, Psyche paused, not answering immediately. Listening to what Sato said -- and didn't say -- left her feeling slightly baffled. Part of her wondered Is this it? while the other part wondered why Sato even needed to ask at all. If she was asking what Psyche thought she was asking, how could she refuse? Her friend needed to exist, did she not? Didn't Sato know that she would want to help her in any way she could? Even with this, Psyche wasn't convinced she was making so very grand a gesture; after all, it didn't cost her anything personally.
"Then you ought to choose your meals as wisely as your friends," Psyche replied, her smile ever so slightly reproachful. "Sato dear, why didn't you tell me sooner? Don't you know I would have done anything I could to help, whether or not we ever came up with this artistic venture? I feel you ought to ask me something else, for this is hardly anything."