Resting for several moments with her face nuzzled against the purring cat's side, Sina waits before answering. When she does, it's with a look that verges on guilty: an admission from one healer to another that she isn't taking care of herself, and isn't sure that she can.
"I'm not hungry," she says in a shaky voice, her eyelids fluttering as though she's about to cry again, which she likely would if she weren't so dehydrated.