When he thought of eating to restore his strength, cheese and juice did not immediately spring to mind. But Morrigan's magic was working his way through his veins, so perhaps she knew what she was talking about. He fumbled slightly as he opened the package and spilled a bit of juice down his front when he drank. His hands would be shaking for some time.
As he chewed, Brother looked around the room. Books were all over the floor, pages littered around them. Furniture was broken. A few machina he'd been fiddling with were little but scrap. She'd done an awful thing while he was gone? Evidently. "You broke my things?" he said. "That is not so awful. They are just things." He'd heard her say that before, but never in that tone. Usually she was proud: The fruit vendor shortchanged me, so I did an awful thing to her, and now everything she eats tastes like rotten fish. But the clues weren't clicking in his head. The fog of unconsciousness hadn't yet dispersed enough for him to realize the seriousness of the situation. When he looked at her and realized she was now dressed, the presence of the towel beneath him slipped his mind and he asked, "Why were you naked? And why were your clothes in the kitchen?"