There's comfort in the firm tone, reassurance that no decisions or actions have to be taken now. Now that her body does indeed require food and sleep, it's harder to power through the lack of.

She plucks at the grass, idly twirling blades between her fingertips, waiting until Ari returns. Luckily nobody else seems to glance her way, or if they do they don't approach. Run her off. Ava manages a grateful smile as she takes the plate, not fussy enough to care about the selection or lack of meat.

"What sort of work are you doing?" After a few slow bites. It seems like Tayrey, to immediately put herself to work. Keep occupied and productive. Not Ava.