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"Lots and lots!" She chimed as she was asked about how much she wanted. Of course Subira couldn't eat that much since she was just a child but she liked to think she could.

Once the bowl was made and handed to her with a spoon she gave a giggling squeal and pulled it to her as gently as a youngling could. "Thank you!" With that she was scooping some of the stew up and putting it directly into her mouth. Of course it burnt a little on the first try and she made a series of huffing sounds as she tried to cool her tongue down. "Ow, ow, hot hot hot."

Rishima chuckled a little as he gave her a big bowl of the stew that he'd made because she claimed that she wanted 'lots and lots'. He smiled and said, "Your welcome, Subira." Glad that she seemed to be pleased with what he'd made... though felt a moment of panic when she claimed it to be 'hot hot hot'. His eyes went wide and he asked in a worried tone, "Are you alright?" Ack! He hadn't meant to do that!

"Huh?" Glancing over at Ariya he nodded, pushing to his feet, "Yes, I have some fresh water on hand! Let me get that." He hurried to fetch a cup, pouring it forth from the container that he was holding it in, "I'm very sorry, Subira. I should have warned you that it was still hot." He would have to be sure to be far more careful in the future he thought to himself.

It was Rishi who seemed to do the panicking in the situation. Something that she felt bad for. Normally Ariya would have done it but her little girl often put hot food in her mouth before cooling it down. So much so that it was a pretty regular occurrence. Her head gave a small shake before she spoke up. "It's okay brother, she doesn't always remember to wait for her food to cool." It would be cruel of her to let him continue freaking out.

She smiled at him as she took the cup from her daughter. "It's my fault I should have told her to wait a little." Ariya may have been a mother for a while but there was still so much that she was getting used to. It seemed like there was something new to remember or learn every day.

Subira looked at Rishima as he seemed to put a hand to his chest. It was then that she noticed something was missing from there. Not that she said anything at the moment. Instead she would stare and think about what to say.

As the stew was discussed she continued to stare until finally she blurted it out. "Where are Uncle's boobs?" Subira had only ever seen one flat chested woman in her life but even then it was clear there was something there.

"If you go to Tale often there are herds of them around. Sometimes they get close to the border between Tale and Jauhar making them easier to hunt for those of us that stay in Jauhar for the most part." Which was nice... though Rishima didn't really even travel as far as the border a lot these days. Instead he just preferred to stick near home if at all possible. He was becoming a hermit in his older years but since he had Gerraden and the occasional visitor he was fine with it.

As Subira suddenly spoke up, asking about his boobs, or lack there of, Rishima's cheeks went a dark color along with the tips of his ears. Turning to Ariya he seemed to be seeking help, not sure what it was that he should be saying in response to such a question. Such talk about the differences between the genders, especially where an Alkidike hybrid was concerned, was likely something left up to the parents... right? He assumed so at least.

Ariya closed her eyes as she tried to reign in her embarrassment but when she opened her eyes again she looked at Rishima and mouthed an apology. After that she looked to her daughter, finding that she was staring at the hybrid's chest, and cleared her throat. "Subira, sweetie, Uncle Rishima isn't a girl. His body is much different from ours." That was really all she could give her child in response to the subject. At least for now. She didn't think that Rishi wanted to be included in the discussion about the difference in genders. So it would have to wait until they went home. "Males don't have breasts the way females do. All Alkidikes are female so that is why you are used to seeing them." There was a final nod of her head and then she pointed at the girl's stew. "Finish eating." Ariya just wanted to distract her.

Subira huffed slightly and took another bite of her stew only to look at Rishima when he spoke. Then almost as if she had read the man's mind she blurted out, "But mommy Uncle is an Alkidike. See!" She pointed outthat h had dreads and antennae. Furrowing eyerbrows at her mother she looked like she was getting ready to cry or shout.

"Uncle came from Aisha!" By now her food was all but forgotten.

Rishima's antennae gave a twitch as the girl seemed to get upset on his behalf, which he took as... a good sign in a way. The world wouldn't change in his generation as there were still those looked down on those like Rishima no matter how long he'd fought alongside him. Next generation or the one after that, maybe they wouldn't even blink at someone like him? That was his dream at least. After he was long gone he hoped the prejudices of this age were gone as well. If that became the case then they wouldn't run the risk of losing more of their family to banishment.

Shaking his head he tried to focus on what was going on before him, "There are many like me who are... just a bit different." He said, giving Subira a gentle smile and said, "I hope that you are able to be friends with them, just as you are being so kind to me." There were many out there that would likely welcome the friends. It wasn't easy, straddling the line between tribes, less so when one of those tribes was the Alkidike... and somehow even less so when one was a man from that mix. It always confused him. If Aisha herself made an effort to create males, especially those of sometimes very odd colors like himself, and accepted them, why did some of their sisters not?

A thought that wouldn't be shared around a child of course. Instead he merely smiled and said, "I thank you for so staunchly defending me. You're quite the little hero, aren't you?"