Azga nodded to both men that sat down to breakfast, a handful of nameless vagrants joining and beginning a chorus of voices and laughter. He turned to Drina once more and noted his hands. With a small smile, Azga set his bowl to the side and took into his hand's Drinas own. 

"You've siphoned recently haven't you?" He asked his crisp eyes looking sharply at Drina despite his soft tone of voice. Without waiting for an answer, Azga turned Drina around, grabbing the bowl of soup once more before leading him into privacy behind Drinas carriage. At least, private as in away from the others. "You probably haven't eaten either," Azga tsked. As they walked away Azga put up an illusion that Drina and Azga were still speaking beside the cafeteria tables, shrouding the true he and Drina in invisibility before ushering him fully behind the carriage. Taking up the spoon, Azga looked sternly at Drina. 

"I refuse to replenish my glittering form until you eat. I [i]know[/i] it hurts you to even hold utensils with those hands." His last words were barely above a murmur. He took the spoon from the bowl and held it to Drina's lips.