Yomi stepped back through the dusty rock walls, carrying a tray of food and tea in his hands.  He slowly made his way back over to Kit, who was staring at a newcomer.  Yomi sighed, and sat down slowly onto his piled rock stool, placing the tray on the floor with a 'clank'.  Kit was jarred from her stare, and her eyes shifted to the tray, her hungry stomach a little more than excited to see the plain portioned food, and tea.

Reaching over, she grabbed a hunk from the tray and began stuffing the dry breadlike food into her mouth.  As she scarfed the food, Yomi stood once more from his perch, disappearing into the depths of the small home he was allowed to keep of the temple (the rest? Confiscated by the Empire months ago).  

"That looks disgusting.", Kit finally spoke up, not expecting an answer.  Hell he might have not even heard her.  The creature might not have even spoke common galactic.  She continued to scarf her food, as Yomi exited once more, kicking her leg out of his way, on the move to the stranger.  The old man leaned down, a bowl in his hands, and simply sat the bowl at the stranger's side.

"Eat.", Yomi muttered, waving a hand in the stranger's face, before returning to his perch to claim his own food again.  Kit pulled her helmet closer to her side, slirping her tea loudly as she chomped, "And you.  Manners."

"Yomi...manners?", she asked, her eyebrows raised high.

"My home.  Sacred home.  Manners...or no food."

Sighing heavily, Kit supressed an eyeroll, carefully sipping her tea quietly, "Manners..."