Ooh, good. Miyuki was not so possessed by hunger that she might reach to take Yumeiko's helping. The blonde relaxed a bit as she finished her meal, her ears slightly less attentive. She ate rather calmly, especially compared to Miyuki. She wasn't one to make many noises, usually, but something about the meal was quite satisfying to her.

Yumeiko paused her chopsticks in her mouth as she heard the question.

What had she come for, today? The priestess gave a thoughtful hum as she grabbed another shrimp. "Well, uh," she considered her answer as she took another bite.

She thought about it hard, for a moment. "I came to check on you, if you'd been hurt in the impacts." She had been concerned for the other's safety, but that wasn't all. She'd wanted someone to eat with, but that wasn't the root of it.

"But, if I'm honest, I guess," she stared at her rice, an ounce of hesitation, "I wanted to stop being a Goddess, for a moment." She nodded softly, satisfied with her answer before she continued eating. It didn't take her much longer to finish her portion, and as she set her chopsticks down, she stilled again.

"Maybe I haven't exactly acted accordingly. It's hard to put it down, after so long." She rose, then, and gathered their bowls and chopsticks to take them to be washed. It was just a matter of putting them up in the proper place.

Before she stepped away from the table, Yumeiko laid a hand gently on Miyuki's shoulder. "Thank you for enjoying my cooking so heartily." She gave the yokai a tender smile and a gentle squeeze before padding off to the galley with the dishes.