[ Ashraf glances up from a kind of slumped seat in a chair near to the door, straightening himself to see Mahdi. Feeling miserable is one thing, looking miserable is another. He can't manage a smile, though, and drops his gaze guiltily. ]
Thank you, the thought is kind. I'm afraid I'm not hungry, though.
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Thank you, the thought is kind. I'm afraid I'm not hungry, though.