Rennala finally stirred awake. She opened her eyes, the confusion in them gone, and her stooped body regained its regal bearing. The Queen of the Full Moon, who had once defied even the Erdtree at the height of its power, had returned.
Though still weak, she swept the room with a gaze full of wisdom. She saw Ranni, Tarnished, and Trina stuck in a vase, then spoke in a trembling voice that struggled but remained resolute-
"Hungry. Food..."
Ranni: "..."
Tarnished: "..."
Trina: "..."
Fair enough.
Ever since Radagon had abandoned her, Rennala had closed off her heart, leaving her unable to feed herself. She had survived entirely on magical energy. It was only natural that she was hungry.
Though surprised, Tarnished could accept that premise and immediately had someone bring food.
It was nowhere near as refined as the fare served in Caria's heyday, but it was what working people normally ate-buttered bread, honey-glazed pork knuckles, roasted potatoes, and meat stew. Plenty of carbs, plenty of fat.
It was actually perfect for Rennala in her current state.
Then the Queen of the Full Moon grabbed buttered bread in one hand and a honey-glazed pork knuckle in the other and started wolfing them down.
She ate so voraciously that Ranni began questioning everything she knew.
Wait, where was my elegant, dignified mother, who never ate more than a few ounces at a meal and sliced even an apple thin with a silver knife?
She watched, dumbfounded, as Rennala polished off a huge pork knuckle in three bites, then asked Tarnished blankly, "Has my mother actually recovered, or has she gotten worse? She never used to eat like this!"
Perfectly composed, Tarnished reassured her. "You'd eat like that too if you'd been hungry for decades. Relax. There's an old saying among