He nods tiredly. He isn't in any position to complain about the food. His stomach would rebel at anything richer right now anyway.

"...I miss Felih's cooking," he mumbles. "I even miss your...ridiculous 'long bread'..."

He manages to sit loosely cross-legged, slumped over as though the weight of his upper body is too much for his spine to hold up. "Has he been taking care of you, 'Daeus...?"