[Servant though he may be, Hubert was no butler and still a noble in his own right; though he'd had more chances to practice it than Edelgard, his cooking was only a means to an end and lacked any refinement. Fat into one of the few pans they had to keep it from sticking. As that warmed, he dug through the strange magitech ice chest installed in the house.]

[(They really had to figure out how to recreate these in Fódlan.)]

It's unsettling. [The thought really did distress him, deep inside. Hubert couldn't bear to imagine his liege like that, and he was aware of her fears.] Foreign as we are, it's difficult to say if that was a result of their nature, or whatever is causing the panic.

[Returning to the stove, he adds the unremarkable cut of meat to the pan.]

The Coven talks of the danger of it—that there are many different risk factors. I will do whatever I must to keep you in good health. [Mental and physical both.]