The touch of his hand on her hair made her flinch minutely as she ate, chewing and swallowing with less problem than she might have expected; the events of the preceding evening had left her hungry.<br/><br/>At his mention of it, she turned her attention to the bowl of water, and taking his comment upon it as quiet instruction she shifted her weight to lean over the bowl, lowering her mouth to the surface and taking a long sip from it as if she were drinking from a pool in the wild. It was crisp and cool, almost to the point of chilling her lips and tongue, and she nodded, glancing up at him. "It is, my lord," she murmured.