Bryn didn't shovel the food into her mouth, though she was hungry she did have manners. But she did make a nice dent in the potatoes, hoping they'd give her enough energy to make it to her apartment. And her bed. She had plans of crawling beneath those furs, and sleeping as long as her body would allow her to.
"I told Jacob about you. Sort of." There were things she hadn't mentioned, like the fact that he was a Master of the Dark Arts. Or that she was coming here to get her curse lifted. What she had told him had been short and simple.