Moving her hand with slow motions, lets him see that there really is nothing she is holding. It is not trick of the light, and the soup is stirring.

"Well if you are here anyway." Leaning over to take a clean bowl, she flicks her fingers to take some of the soup out and send it into the bowl. Then pass it over to him with a spoon. "I've had enough people come through, I can spare some for company."

The smile is brief to be pleasant, but no more. Then she leans back. "As for my gifts, like all my people, I was granted them as a child - an infant in fact, by the Holy-Sea. Time and training allows me the fine control you see."