After his correction about breakfast, Nisa smiled more warmly, though it was never clear how much was a mask or genuine. She ate slowly though stared when he practically wolfed it down like someone who hadn't eaten in days. "Do you want another bowl?" She said curiously. "If you were that hungry, you really should tell me. I could make you something to take with you while you are out all night." Nisa wasn't a fool, she doubted he'd take it. If he did, it would probably be tossed to the first hungry person he saw or tossed into the garbage. The thought made her grip her spoon tightly. Was he always so cold to his sister's efforts.

She took a second to relax though no emotional change had been evident. At least his apology sounded sincere, somewhat. Her face turned to him at the suggestion. "Embroidery?" As she contemplated it, she nodded. "Sounds delightful. I could try and attend a meeting and see if I enjoy the company. Though it does not cure your constant absence. Is it all for work or have you found a hobby?" Nisa was more concerned it was a woman, or worse a man! Someone who would take her brother and force her to fend for herself. She refused to find herself in a situation where she'd be forced to marry some fool to make ends meet. She'd sooner burn Whitby to the ground... metaphorically, of course.