[ And for once, she shrugs, no detail analyses, just comfortable. ] Dunno yet. I just know... the headaches don't... [ she wets her lips. Someone outside of their brood might have no idea, but as Petre is hunger, Aoba head never seemed to leave him alone, and it's hard to ignore. ] ... well, they seem to flare up over the strangest things. I don't know what means yet. He got one when we were talking last night about Bout It Out, about the matches you were all in.

[ She lets out a sigh, holding the food between her fingers as she goes on. Knows it's not really a good answer. ] Prince said to be careful though. Can you do that? For me?

[ It's fondly put, like she knows, if she just lets him have that little bit, that it's not for self-sacrifice, knows better than that. For her, just for her. Because they're brood, and they're everything, after all. ]