Water is easy enough to come by. The City has freely shared that from the beginning. It is ether that is always the worry in Mithrax's mind.

He rises without a word, hatchling still tucked in the crook of his secondary arm. There is a tea set the caretaker kept in this room. Mithrax takes one of the cups and fills it with water. He lets it run a moment until it is refreshingly cold.

"Here." He offers her the cup after filling it. "Have you not eaten?"

There were some human foods in the Eliksni quarter. More than before because Guardians came with more frequency now. Saint, when not tending to Osiris, was a regular sight. As was Lord Shaxx and Ikorakel.