[ Grell looks at her food blankly as she thinks. Her stomach feels empty, her body aches, but she just can't feel the motivation.

It's warm, though, so perhaps she should try... At the least, she'll pick up her fork. ]

None that I can think of. My heart is too easily swayed by hope, but it's only found me misery. Not unlike sinking into a madness that has but one escape.