Sabev took the seat, leaving the matter alone. She had come to learn that once Ilyien stated his mind on a matter such as this one, there wasn't anything that she could do to change it. No matter how she might have wanted to. So instead of pushing and insisting that she could help to melt the soreness away, she sat in the chair.
"Well, eat then." She said, pushing one of the bowls toward him. None of the dishes matched, but Sabev kind of liked it that way. It gave the set more personality, she thought, and there was no overly boring conformity. They weren't pretty by any means, being colors and patterns that would have been made more hideous if every item held it. As it was, the ugliness had a kind of sweetness to it.
Sabev would wait for her friend to fill his plate before she filled hers. She felt that since he was the one doing the work, he was the one who needed more food.
"I was thinking perhaps we could find Niks, and you could meet her." She hadn't meant to blurt it out so soon, but she wanted to get it over with. And her brain seemed to have its own ideas of what was going to happen.