Xaviers!

Tereza went through the cafeteria line, picking up a decent amount of food. It seemed like she was eating more recently, but she was hungry and she hadn't been feeling badly for eating more, so she'd continued. She was trying to moderate some though, so her tray wasn't piled high or anything.

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Not that anyone would be likely to accuse Tereza of going vegan, but meat has definitely been appealing to her lately. It seems to calm her stomach better than anything else, and just the smell of it has been enough to draw her attention from across a room.

Then again, protein is good for training, isn't it?

Of course it was, or at least that's what Tereza told herself as she munched on the extra smatterings of meat that she'd included on her tray.

University students aren't especially known for their table manners, but increasingly Tereza finds it easier to just eat with her hands, as hungry as she's been. Especially if she wants to get all the meat off the bone.

It's a few moments before Tereza realizes what she's doing and starts to clean her hands on a napkin and trying to go back to eating like someone who is apparently descending into some sort of psychosis.

Her stomach rumbles a bit in protest as she pauses, the smell of what's on her plate wafting up. Her mouth waters.

She looks down at her stomach. No, I'm not doing this. I'm going to eat normally or not at all, she mentally growled back at her stomach.

Her gums throb for a moment before settling into a dull ache that eventually drifts off into nothing in particular.

She rubs at her jaw, frowning, And now I probably need to see a dentist. Great. Just great.

Her jaw is a little tight, but a moment's massage seems to loosen it fine. Her eye-teeth rub faintly at her cheek as she works her jaw, feeling like they're at odd angles. There's no pain anymore, though.

She shrugs and slowly goes back to eating, using utensils this time and forcing herself to work through the food properly.