It is a disappointment shared though from a less detached origin, it was impossible to grow up in Limsa without seeing the wharf rats, the abandoned and homeless who scrabbled for scraps at the dockyard even as the world's bounties of food sailed in via the Dossal Gate. The gaunt, hollow stares could be found on many a face despite the abundance of food in the markets and consigned to one of the most vulnerable parts of the city as proven in the wake of Seventh Umbral Calamity.

"Aye," Her ears flick back for a moment, "Did food ellicit the same reactions, back in Amaurot? Did you even need food in the first place?"