Dairine mumbles in semi-acknowledgement as Zelda steps out, but otherwise doesn't look up from whatever she's doing.

When Zelda returns, Dairine is lying face first on her bunk bed. She's not crying or anything, still far too quiet for her usual loud volume. But going off her red tired eyes when Dair glances up at the food, it's pretty clear she's been doing so privately.

"'is fine." It's not her favorite dish nor one she dislikes. Not that she's feeling too picky right now.