Madelene bit at her lip, still feeling a little nervous. She had never called an adult by their first name before, but she also had been raised not to argue. Carefully she looked back up, letting her hair fall across her face to help cover her bruise. "Yes, Madame, I am hungry," she admitted weakly. "But it is alright, I will eat later when the baker's throw away their stale bread," she said, before looking down in shame. "Or sometimes I eat at the Theater where I sleep." That wasn't entirely the truth, as she usually crept out before breakfast was served.