What I want to do about it...?

[having his own path is a wild thought, but she's not wrong. If he unlinks the circumstances here from his expectations from home, it feels a little easier.]

You should be free to act as you like. [shrugging, Azhar leans forward and glances over at her blushing.] The food will not disappear, and its easy to eat when hunger strikes.

[or now, since the conversation has settled down some.]