"Oh, so having me on demand is your priority here," she teases; it's clearly in jest, but...that might be one of the few perks of this mess she's in, frankly. She tips her head back, trying to unstick her hair a little from her shoulder, since it's damp there.

"Maybe?" Hasi hazards, limply shrugging one shoulder.

"I still feel a little...--I feel like I should eat, but I don't know what I want. When this happens, when I get hurt badly, my body wants to revert to what it's supposed to be, and things like eating become...distant, I suppose." Faqra physiology is unnecessarily complicated, for the record. "I'm still afraid I'm not tethered to the earth, like I'll just...float away if I don't stay tied down."