Seel took up his plate and nodded, picking at some food. He supposed Swift was right, at the very least, he needed to eat. He managed a few bites half heartedly before looking up at Swift.

"Are you going to eat anything?" Or was he going to watch him eat? It kind of made him feel like even more of a harling, but he also supposed he deserved it because he was acting like one. He forced himself to take a few more bites.

"I'm sorry. I just feel....floaty." Maybe it was the lack of food and stress.