She looks at her food again - and it is a waste to do anything particularly fancy with it. Waste of resources, waste of food they don't truly have to give away. But she hovers there with an idea, maybe for later.

"It's the way of war. It strips men down to their barest and asks them to thrive on it. But it is their duty and their home, and no doubt they would gladly do it for ten more."

It's miserable, and she would loathe to have to do it too them. Give them as many chances to leave if they wanted it. But she had been a different woman when she had been in charge of such forces in turn.