Hum. "A bit of both."

"I have food prepared, if you care to get up."

"I can be convinced." Stretch! And to her feet.

Ellisaria will shift to human form to guide her. (The better to enjoy some of the food herself.)

What's available?

Meats, cooked, raw, or salted. A variety of local fruits and vegetables. A little fresh bread, some rice. Spring water, elven wine, dwarven whiskey.

She's definitely most interested in fruit, followed by vegetables then bread then finally cooked meat with the air of someone focusing on 'probably I need protein and iron.'

For a drink - she pulls out a scroll and unseals a block of tea and a kettle and two cups. 

"Tea?" she asks.

"Very good tea. Would you like some?"

"I would, if it's no trouble. The climate here is not suited for growing it."

"Absolutely tragic. I'll have to build a large stock when I get the chance."

And: tea! 

She savors it. The first cup she's had in a long while.

She'll need to correct Ellisaria's deficit.

"Very generous, little cat."

"Only with special people."

"And you consider me to be among those?"

"So far."

"Good to know."

"Have you a name, little cat?"

"...Not one I care to claim."

"Perhaps you need a new one, then."

"Might damage my air of mystique." But it's a nice thought.

"Perhaps one in Draconic. An unknown language to mortals."

"A wonderful suggestion... Though I can't say I know the tongue either."

"Fortunately, I do." She tilts her head, thinking. "To begin with the most obvious candidates... 'little cat' would be moxtcalti." Her voice turns into something not quite human to pronounce the word, voice low and growling, rasping across the consonants.

(Shiver.) "A lovely word... Though are you sure you want to share your little cat with the world?"