Samsul nodded in thought while he assessed her sickness. How he saw it, she felt bad that the upperclassmen and woman ate like this almost every night, sometimes even more just for the sake of it. She didn't want to waste the food like she's been tought, so she stuffed her face like everyone else in the room, excluding Queen Elana. He put his thoughts about the matter aside when she asked about his race. He took note of the dog running around like a madman, and smiled just a little before nodding. 

He turned his face to her again and looked at her. "Yes, I am a Lost Elf. From what I have heard, my kind was once spread entirely throughout GreenSpring, and even on the borders of the other countries. Something happened and many of us were forced to take refuge in the palace." He didn't want to give her the whole story of her race, she was sick as it is and he didn't want to tell her the bloody tale of the massacre that happened to his race.