"Oh, you're still tired? Good, if we get caught I can run and let you distract them," Ashya changed direction to go to the kitchens rapidly. Quick stop to get Loic some fuel and then back to the original plan.
"Noodley?" she asked, mock indignantly. "Just try me out!" Actually she had tried lifting swords, and found that even the practice swords were hard to hold, let alone swing without causing herself or anyone else injury. But she would grow stronger, and then who could beat a mage who knew how to use a sword too?
"Well you can't stop me unless you're around, can you?" the girl asked reasonably as they reached the kitchens. "I'm doing you a favour...now shh."
The kitchens were open, as always. At this time there would be only a single Tranquil manning them, ready to provide sustenance if necessary, and ensuring the alcohol stores remained untouched. Of course, getting food was fine, but it also tasted sweeter when stolen.
So Ashya knelt behind the open door, poking her head cautiously around it, but her stealth was unnecessary this time. "Miss Devar," came the inevitable monotone, as the Tranquil within caught sight of her. "You cannot be hungry again already."