Aerendyl sat at the table of the White Winged Griffion looking at the unappealing porridge served to her for dinner, she lifted the spoon to check for mysterious lumps. Even though she found nothing, she found it hard to will herself to eat it, her appetite was dead. She lifted her head up with a small groan rubbing her eyes, before settling on the curvy lady at the next table over. "She's cute~" Aerendyl mewled quietly, she was about to go over and tend to her.... spiritual needs, before her nose flared. "Unnh, n...n....hitchew~" She let out quietly. She groaned, cuddling herself close for warmth, before calling over. "Hello, miss?" She let out.