Elara waved a hand dismissively at Cyne's explanation of not wanting to ask her to starve herself. "I am well aware of the horrors my kind have performed on the battlefield, probably many at my own order, Cyne. But as I said before, you are welcome to come on a trip to see just how humanely we treat our good donors." She wasn't disappointed with him, not really, but the situation could be a bit less tense. She rubbed the back of her neck with her hand as she took the chair opposite her charge's seat. "But first, to soothe and alay fears of my own so I don't face a mutiny after just having taken power." Elara lifted her eyebrows at Cyne's attempt at good humor and nodded a little as she picked up a vegetable delicately and popped it promptly in her mouth, chewing slowly.<br/><br/>"My diet is the same as yours, albeit with the one small addition that my species requires to stay sane, healthy." She stretched her neck side to side slowly, rolling her shoulders before taking a long drink of water from a glass. "The exact reasons of why we are so different in that particular regard have not been discovered... it's just we see our kind from time, who simply give up, whether it's out of pity for yours or that they're tired of living, and after a few weeks, they become... something else entirely. Creatures without sentience, seeking only to feed... on each other, on the very same kind they used to be..." Elara shook her head slowly as she cut a sliver of meat from the try and brought the piece of her mouth, chewing slowly in thought. "You are not the only one who lives in fear, Cyne."