Marina gestured to her acolyte to do as Rebecca suggested.  "Go ahead, Chelseaa."  The younger girl excused herself politely, and headed for the back of the room.  Marina stood and helped Rebecca with the soup.  "What are you so afraid of?" she asked quietly, sensing this was a topic best for quiet words.  "If there's any way that we can help, we'd be happy to."  Once the soup was ready, she sat back down at the table, with a grateful smile to Rebecca.  "I appreciate your hospitality."