Cora's not paying over-much attention, watching the forest and the clouds as she eats, but that doesn't mean the bread moving is going to escape her attention.

She glances down, mildly curious, and then her eyebrows raise near to her forehead. "Yrael," she says, and stops, not quite sure what to say, finally settling on: "if you want some bread, you can very well have some, there's no need to go sneaking it like a thief." There's no real admonishment to it.

She sounds, if anything, like she's going to laugh or cry. There's something to be said for friends you haven't seen in an impossible amount of time.