[No worries--some of this is inevitable in a forum game. Thanks for clarifying the chronology; I appreciate it!]

Istradez is up and alert. "Hello," he says, blinking slowly at Sulen. He has a meal tray, mainly rice porridge and fruit jellies, easily digestible stuff; Yehan has left a notation in the grid that she checked in on him and provided the food. Istradez grins sardonically. "You want any of this? It's edible but bland."