"I probably confused some of the people here, trying to be circumspect..." Keziah muses. She glances down at the mug she's still holding, gives a little shrug, and drinks it down anyway. "No idea what that nice man gave me, just that it's non-alcoholic." She sets the empty mug aside on the nearest table.

"In their welcome and acknowledgement, do they volunteer to feed you?" One eyebrow arches. "Or is there something else there?"

By 'something else', Keziah means mental influence on a human's will, but Erik is welcome to take that opening and run with it to explain his own feeding setup.