"...Have you eaten anything? Since, uh, last week? Or more relevantly last night, have you eaten the sorts of things humans eat or has that been overlooked in the confusion."

"Do humans need to eat every day?"

"Yes. Ideally more than once. Do lindworms not?"

"If I've only been eating very small things, sometimes. But mostly no. That seems inconvenient."

"A little, but we have more variety than fish all the time followed by weekly maidens."

"I ate things other than fish," he says. "Frogs. Sometimes deer. Sometimes birds, but they're very hard to catch. Other things. What do humans usually eat, then?"

"Sometimes any of those things, and also various plants, and some more kinds of meat. And milk and things made of milk, and eggs."

"Should I eat things, since I'm human now?"

"Probably. Let's get you to the kitchen and you can try some things. And practice walking."

"Then someone will have to bring you things, but you'll probably get less variety that way."

"I sometimes find wearing shoes helps," mentions Carrabella. "Not with overwhelming consistency, but it can."

It's mostly a hands task, so he has it pretty well covered; it's reasonably easy to guess things like which shoe goes on which foot and in what orientation.

Okay, cool.

The shoes are not a clear improvement, but Erian seems pretty content to keep standing up and then falling over until he figures out how the next part actually goes.

"Okay."

He has reached a stage where leaning on a wall actually sort of helps, and is stumbling back and forth along the wall of their bedroom.

"Various food is in progress," she says.

"What sort of food requires progress, anyway? Did they have to go out and catch it? I guess that can't be helped, I certainly can't hunt for myself in this state..."

"A lot of food is served hot, or mixed with other food, or both."