[She's starting to see why Orpheus had just stood there when Minato was making grabby hands up at him. Really, she's tempted to do the same to see if he'll actually ask politely, but it's only a passing thought.
She puts the hunk of bread in his waiting hand and reaches over to drop the spoon into the bowl.]
Are you really fine...? Does it hurt?
[Without really seeming to notice, one of her hands goes to her throat, fingertips against her skin.]
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She puts the hunk of bread in his waiting hand and reaches over to drop the spoon into the bowl.]
Are you really fine...? Does it hurt?
[Without really seeming to notice, one of her hands goes to her throat, fingertips against her skin.]