Rye-Mother nods in understanding, while Flesh Horse's tongue and the Librarian battle it out for the remains of the food on the plate. Once there's nothing left, the Librarian slips the plate under their veils, and the sound of teeth on porcelain is, briefly, the only thing there is to hear.

"We will try to think of ways to help," Rye-Mother says, paying the Librarian no mind.