[Six months. It's sobering. Angering, even more than that. There's a mote of rage simmering inside her, the frustration at being waylaid for that long when she was so close threatening to bubble and break.

Rahu is understandably still suspicious, and her expression as she looks back to the skewers currently over the flames reflects it clearly, light eyes piercing.]

So I could be your babysitter instead? I don't know how I feel about sitting around and seeing what kind of trip you end up on... I don't have time for distractions. [The thought of leaving him behind to deal with whatever happens on his own...well.] It'd be a chance for me to learn what happens and for you to have a level head watching over you.

[Those are about to be famous last words, however, as Rahu is approached by a deus ex machina convenient and perhaps untruthful staffer swinging by to chastise her: no free seats. This is how Rahu ends up holding a new full order of skewers and drinks, forehead creased.]

...Well. [She clears her throat.] Do you feel any different yet?