As you approach the two bowls and jug, Lelika rolls lazily onto her stomach, standing up on all fours before finally managing to exert herself into a sitting position. The pain and arousal is starting to fade, becoming a tingling, pleasant memory in her body, but as it fades her fatigue returns, and it is with blinking, sleepy eyes that she gratefully accepts her bowl of food. The meat stew is lukewarm by now, and the thick slices of spread that had been left floating in them have become quite soft, falling apart in your fingers. This does not bother Lelika, who scoop up soggy pieces in her fingers, licking them clean afterwards. With her meal finished rather quickly, she briefly glances at the bed, but then decides that the jug of wine is more interesting for now. She stares at it curiously, and you recall that intoxicating drinks are forbidden to the acolytes, which until you chose her she was.