Zeyra's jaw tightened. She stepped up to the opposite side of the table, placing her carved clay bowl down with a sharp, deliberate clack.
"Brute force and heavy meat only clog the veins if the pathways are still bruised," Zeyra countered smoothly, her voice dripping with venomous politeness. She gestured gracefully to the glowing fruits. "These are Sun-Kissed Lotus Plums. They take five years to ripen in the deepest, most essence-dense areas of the Shamanic Grove. They don't just fill the stomach; they actively soothe the spiritual anchors and refine the raw energy in the core. They will heal the internal burns from your essence overdraft."
Zeyra leaned across the table, offering Sol a sultry, knowing smile, completely ignoring Kira's murderous glare. "A true warrior knows that refining the spirit is far more important than just stuffing your face like a mindless beast."
