No judging here. Rue's main companions during meals are either a goblin man who has hardly learned to chew with his mouth closed or a bunch of rowdy teenage boys who can't help leaving a mess behind. Javert is in the clear as far as they're concerned. A little pleasurable delight at a perfect dessert makes sense after the day they've had.

"I assure you, dear, my unhappiness only lies with the situation itself. If anything, your company has been a great boon. I imagine I would not be handling this nearly as well if I had to face it alone. The company lifts my spirit, even here in this damp cave."

And let's be real, being able to center and comfort someone else helps Rue even more. Putting their own worries aside to focus on someone else is just what they do best.

"Ha! You may be right, though I'd already be quite the mouthful to any of them as is." No shame behind the words, Rue knows exactly who they are and there are truly no skinny owlbears. "It's a shame my magic is nullified in this place or I would simply ask them myself what all of this is for. Though perhaps-"

Look, the sharks have not tried for aggressive yet, so the owlbear will just go waddle over to the edge of the water and step into it, kneeling down to run a massive paw over one of the smaller shark's back.

"Can you understand me, little one? Why are we here? What is it that you want from us? We could very much like to return home, if we may."