[ She watches the careful movement that Pyra makes to demonstrate her point. Whimsical though she may be, she's not wrong. Honerva may not think she has enough heart, somedays, and time may have stolen that away, but there are moments she often feels more than she could ever truly express.

When she does speak, there's a lighter, distracted quality to her tone. ]

... It does.

I used only to think of it as an energy source. Required, but taste itself was negligible. Not something that involved such care.

[ Until she'd met them, is what she does not say. She cannot remember a time before when it mattered. ]