[Briefly distracted by the mention of his age, not the food, and she casts another glance over his new-- or rather, old-- appearance, placing him as a boy likely around her physical age with some thought. It'd been difficult to accurately judge before because of the rock features]
[After a moment of an uneasy expression, she accepts the plate from him, but shockingly sets it down and ignores it in favor of him, concern thick in her voice]
Mas-- Zelgadis, this is not right. Whatever is happening could be a precedent of something more serious.