[Food is important. Food is of the utmost important, second only to--]

She.

[--Well. She is not necessarily of the utmost importance, but she's certainly weighing heavily on Scipio's mind. Fears renewed, he grabs again for a firmer hold on Rafael's arm.]

She. Not he. There was no food. I only wish there were food. I was in the library, sleeping--only for a moment! And when I woke, she was there, and I asked her what help I needed, and, and the next thing I knew, she was-- staring at me. Through me. I thought she was going to strike me down, there, where I stood. Maker, Rafa--