[ Just as Lucy has learned to read Godzilla's inhuman features, he has in turn learned to read the subtle things about her. Something is wrong, there is trouble setting on her mind and heart in a way she hasn't spoken. He wants to know what it is, to fix it, to protect her from it, but if she doesn't wish to speak of it then he just has to keep being there for her. Something he's glad to do.

There's something quietly absurd about the contrast in how they continue the meal. Him attempting his best to make use of human utensils and manners, she simply enjoying the food without concern for the manner how. Her fingers keep his attention as she slides the dumpling past her lips, she has remarkable hands. Strong, deft, adept at working instruments of destruction and killing... but soft as well, gentle, comforting. Were her invisible hands the same, he wonders? More than likely, they were part of her after all. ]

Indeed. [ He chuckles lightly, glancing at the door as he flicks another dumpling into his maw. Once chewed and swallowed he goes on. ] Such a thing would require the liberation of coverings from the rooms of the other pack members. A thing one doubts would be capable of going across the well.

[ Go over well. ]