While the temple serfs around him were busy serving the other occupants of the dining hall, Morr nodded in response to sister Vanessa's words, approaching the table and sitting down.<br/><br/>Unwilling to remove his helmet, knowing that his scarred appearance was unsettling and certainly unappetizing, he merely lifted it to allow the fork laden with food entrance to his mouth, jaws working almost mechanically as he consumed the sustenance. It tasted good, he supposed, though he certainly was not too good a judge.<br/><br/>Seeing how sister Vanessa rather seemed to prefer to wait, Morr said to her "Sister Vanessa, I cannot suffer that you hunger while I eat. If you would allow, join me at this meal, which, as I must say, tastes rather well."