Alright, sips of wine down and now Artoria found herself listening to the words Gilgamesh said. Her mind unclouded by her own rage, heard the tone of his words, he would be considered at least three times as reasonable if he didn't refer to others as animals. Ah, but there was the knowledge that Tristan was still here, allowed to stay and put to work in the meantime. "Thank you for looking after Tristan, but I do not..." there was a pause. She meant to argue several points not the least of which was that she did not wish to continue to sit here and be idle. The idea of that was far too anxiety causing for the Queen of Knights. By this time every day, she was up and training, moving about eating quickly and going on to her regular duties. The idea that she'd already been asleep for two days and three nights meant she'd only let her body be still far too long. Too bad the number of days she'd been sleep was also the number of days she'd been without food. And in her particular case, her body would betray her long before she'd be able to argue. Post mana exhaustion her stomach growled and the hunger of a dragon overtook her small body. She mumbled to her stomach feeling betrayed by its utterances, her face gaining the most slight of pinkened hues. "Treacherous beast..." oh how strangely true that was of her own body.
It was a traitor to her in more ways than one. Managing to let her take the collision of that attack but not moving afterward, hyper-vigilience leading to sleep depravity and anxiety. Her hunger setting in upon her after she finally got a reasonable amount of rest, and then the final straw, not growing into anything resembling a feminine form after twenty years of her original life, but giving her younger sister the best such a body had to offer. Yes. Her body was treacherous indeed, so much so that she barely registered herself as a girl at all. Dressed in what was likely the lightest and most scanty clothes she could ever be dressed in, it was not even a point in her mind that anyone should find her attractive. The King of Heroes stood a table appeared before her upon which he spread a most opulent cloth. He made the claim that it would produce any food she desired at the highest quality. He called it a rag. "I think your appreciation of the value of items is quite skewed given what you say this does," she followed up immediately. But she sat up a bit straighter and thought about what she wanted to eat. The Queen of Knights was unsurprisingly famished but if she could have whatever she wanted there were a few things she wished to eat. "I want a medium rare steak, fried eggs, potatoes, rice, grilled vegetables, lamb chops, pickled vegetables, more rice... and rolls," she said these words and imagine her surprise when they appeared before her eyes. The creation of a well-balanced meal meant her brother could not be upset with her choices and the amount of protein and vegetables could make up for her lack of sustenance.