[ Oh. Ming Yi looks up, watching Neuvillette's hand struggle to properly hold the chopsticks almost like a small child that's only now moving on from being fed by their parent.

Somehow, it hadn't yet occurred to Ming Yi that beings from other realms wouldn't be familiar with common utensils—the idea is so ridiculous, that it makes the entire situation somehow more believable for it.

With a silent sigh, Ming Yi slips off his chair and circles around to stand beside Neuvillette and carefully take his hand in his own cold, slender hands to adjust his grip. At least, unlike a small child, the length of the chopsticks shouldn't be a problem—and unlike a small, needy sibling, Ming Yi feels assured that this isn't a ploy for attention—but regardless, the task feels not much different from once again helping a little sibling.

And he doesn't like to imagine the feeling of being at a loss of how to feed oneself and resorting to just using one's own hands instead.

While shifting Neuvillette's fingers into place, he responds: ]

That's true. Half the people I've spoken have said the same.

[ Does he have it now? Ming Yi wonders, then pulls his hands back. ]

The rest don't remember how long it's been. We may be the first new guests in a long time.