[ she lets out a sigh, hating that it's dead end after dead end. she wishes that there were more answers than questions. isn't that how everything starts? she's overwhelmed with so many questions that sometimes she can't hear the answer. ]

We've been eating things from there for days. I don't feel any weirder. You don't look any weirder than normal. [ she smiles at him, feeling herself relax. ] Maybe it's just... a nice thing that happens to keep us comfortable.

[ as she says it, she knows that's not entirely true. perhaps it's a magically inclined activity that happens nightly to lull them into a false sense of contentment. ]