Knave drifts along after her mistress without a noise, completely motionless in her seat as nothing is ordered on her behalf.  It's not that she isn't hungry- she very much is- but she can't eat human food anymore.  She tried once since returning, but it ended badly.  Her body cannot store more than a tiny amount of liquid, and she cannot handle solid food at all.  Besides that, she's lost almost all taste for it; any normal feast beyond a fraction of a cup of tea is forever lost to her.<br/><br/>Of course, there's plenty else to eat in this room.  Some monstrous corner of her mind looks about, devising ways she could get those in the room alone so she can feed, some ways gentle and some brutal, but she reminds herself; those instincts aren't her.  They are to be set aside.<br/><br/>When mistress asks for her take on the situation, no matter how she softens her words, it's a command, and the creature's eyes dart around the room, taking it all in.  Peasants, peasants, more peasants.  Uninvolved swordsmen.  The threat.  She examines the group quietly, their effect on the room obvious to everyone.<br/><br/>"Mistress does not need more enemies," is her answer, her breathy voice like a whispering wind.  While three are no great threat, no matter how rowdy they become, to the point where the trio isn't even worth mention.  Their organization as a whole, however, would be a dangerous foe, and should mistress get involved in their affairs, she sticks out far too much for her to go unnoticed.  Better to stay calm around them, at least until there is something larger afoot than being rude to the help.