Celia let out a slow exhale when she didn't get the fight she had kind of been expecting on that one. Flying was unwinding to her, but it was a little different when it was training and not just for fun. Unwinding, yes, but still work. She took another bite of her food, chewing slowly as Lottie started speaking again. Not a fight, but still.
"I'm being careful," she started once she'd swallowed. "I eat everything I'm supposed to, Oliver writes it all out for me." She paused, using the time to take a drink of her wine and mull over her words. "I might need to sleep a little more, and that'll be easier once I get through these last few weeks of my apprenticeship."