Perhaps from the lack of eating she’d been doing over all, she felt herself growing full far faster than she remembered doing prior. This had her reaching for a piece of bread, ripping pieces off and dipping it into the stew (a behavior that was admonished against within the castle), enjoying the broth of the stew most of all. And, as she did so, she listened to him speak, trying to envision what it’d be like to hunt game with a net; Hunting game, from what she heard of...him and his travels, it was a hard process. From what little she’d seen herself (namely of Brád), it was difficult enough without making it more so.<br/><br/>As she took another bite, he spoke again, asking about cooking for her nightly. Suddenly, that bite became her savior as she thought about the logistics of such and if it’d even be allowed. Surely Simprina wouldn’t allow for outside food to be left at her chambers, let alone the person that it belonged to even being taken into account. Since the wedding, Simprina had been...extremely against Brád and their friendship. Before that night, she’d already had some sort of an inkling more was going on than should have been, but now...Now, the stakes were elevated, and after her reaction to her door “slamming shut due to the wind”, she had a feeling things would get more difficult from here on out.<br/><br/>In her pause, the shoulder of her robe began to slip, which had her instantly yanking it up tight about her neck and her torso, eyes wide in shock at the sudden improper exposure. “I...I don’t think that Simprina would...allow outside food to be brought to me,” Maria replied quietly, eyes finding her bowl, the spoon pushing it around a bit before hazarding another small bite. “The castle as a whole is very...against outside foods, no matter whose tastes better. And, I’m certain you’ve...undoubtedly figured out how my lady-in-waiting feels about you…”<br/><br/>A hand reached up to rub at the back of her neck, the wet hair there suddenly uncomfortable. “Speaking of…” Her expression turned a bit more pained as she glanced up at him. “...I’m uncertain of how much time we’ll...have together...my breaking down aside...Simprina has it in her head that you’re...not good for me…”