She grabs the other side of the mattress, and again she's quiet at his question. The bed slides back together easily, and Cashmere shrugs. "I don't know." She has no idea when she ate last. They'd had food in the arena but eating hasn't crossed her mind since she woke in the hotel.

"I don't think I could keep it down," she admits, focusing on smoothing the blankets instead of looking at him. "So that'd be a waste."