You walk towards Tarah, who pauses in both her stirring and her humming to take a small sip from the ladle. "Hmmm," she says, testing the broth. "Just about done," she decides, as she returns to stirring. She looks up and smiles as you approach. "Out and about are we? Well there's a good sign I suppose. I can only imagine how famished you must be after several days sleep."
"Why yes, I'm quite hungry. What's for dinner?"
"Indeed I am, but that smell is making me lose my appetite."