Not unlike a puppy, Drina perked up at the sight of Azga. "In private?" he asked, repeating the only very important part of whatever it was the beautiful witch had said. There was always something so alluring about the way light seemed attracted to him, even in the darkest of nights. "Okay," was Drina's simple reply, followed by a childish grin, his eyes somehow caught by a flicker of movement. Faye had grabbed one of the bowls and nodded, Drina nodding back in reply, as well as a wave of the had. She looked flustered, and admittedly his stomach churned at that. How unfair.

"Ah, but while we're waiting," cheered Drina, attention back to Azga now that Faye had started off, "Why don't you have breakfast? It aught to you get ready for the day." And that it should, especially given the night Azga probably had.