Barely hearing the conversation going on between Alier and the witch girl, Azil kept to her business pouring and scooping the contents of the large cooking pot into separate bowls nearby. While most of the servings were evenly distributed, one was elegantly decorated with some extra ingredients at the surface, while another visibly had less soup than the others. Finishing the routine portioning of the food, she took two bowls and headed back towards the source of the voices.

"[i]Foods done, didn't you hear? You can eat in the kitchen, or at the dinner table..[/i]"

In succession to these wards, she flatly set the bowls down upon the ground near the two. One being the less-filled bowl, and the other being a normal one with the amount that most of the denizens of the house would receive. Azil grinned wide, curtsied, and turned away once again to give the two some privacy. Though she caught herself as she was making her exit, she was a servant after all, and regardless of her feelings it was her job to provide to those within the house.

"[i]I'll fetch the stranger some of my spare clothes, though, only for the well-being of the younger ones staying here.[/i]"

Waving promptly without looking back to the two, nor caring what was said afterwards, she headed back through the kitchen and towards the lobby of sorts, which held the stairway that lead to the upper tier of the home.