[She looks at him, and then does a double take. His desires were... eaten?

After a moment of thinking, she realizes it reminds her of Apathy Syndrome. Considering the state most victims are in, she thinks Mithrun is doing pretty well.]

...I'm sorry. I'm familiar with something similar in my world.

[Now she feels the need to fuss over him even more. They get to the inn, which is bustling.]

Dry yourself and find a seat. I will make arrangements.