The queen exhales. Glancing around the table, she scowls again, "Well eat up. You do not want your food to get cold." Everyone is slow to dig in, quietly nibbling away at their Jiji and Wormin. Before too long, Queen Ravan looks to me. "And you, Fallon? I am told your leg will be at optimal recovery tomorrow. Will you be joining the others on this highly dangerous mission to Nerwolix?"
I pause with a handful of Wormin. "Yes."
"And you feel this is the right decision?"
I place the portion back down on the table, anticipating a dialogue. "As long as my leg is at optimal recovery, I don't see why I shouldn't go."
"The Zingfinolds are an extremely dangerous people. You have managed to come back from the Gorgen, yes, but your odds will be stacked against you on Nerwolix - more so then before. How could you be so willing to entertain a new threat when you are not even recovered?"