Catalin resumes eating, still quietly.  Corelia gives a relieved smile, satisfied with Lili's answer, before returning to her previous timid self.  "Oh, uh...It's not...important...Um..."  Her eyes go to the money pouch again, and she holds it back out to the other woman.  "...Too much," she says quietly.

Corelia slowly shakes her head, her yellow locks swaying with the motion.  Her eyes turn away for a moment as she gives her answer, to her brother.

At that moment, Catalin sits up with a yawn.  His sister smiles and hurries over to him and kneels while he rubs his eyes tiredly, and he motions to the fireplace where the fire was recently doused.  The water separates itself from the ash and flies through the air to his face, where it splashes and he rubs it further.  "I swear, Elli, I have the strangest dreams on shopping day."  He reaches up and pulls Corelia's face down to his and gives her a light kiss on the cheek while she blushes and points over to Lili.  "There was a g-"  He stops and pulls his hood over his head, shadowing his face as he remembers that they're not alone.  "Hello," he says neutrally.
"Kitten, this is Lili," Corelia says quietly to her brother, hugging him from behind.  All of a sudden she seems entirely more at ease, smiling more easily and even speaking slightly louder.  "She's nice," she whispers.
"Lili..." he whispers back, seeming to expect something more.
"...Lilibeth."

Corelia takes the opportunity provided by the silence (which she doesn't really see as awkward) to take a few more bites of her soup, finishing up the solids and leaving just the broth.  Then she puts her fork down and tips her head back to drink the soup broth, unshadowing her face for a moment.

At the question, she puts her hand to her mouth again and thinks for a bit.  "5 months," she mumbles.  Then, seeing that more might be expected of her, she continues.  "2 weeks.  4 days.  Um..."  Her eyes turn to the door in an attempt to check the light through the gaps.  "...5 hours...or so..."  She trails off.

Corelia relaxes again when Lili's eyes leave her, and she even lets out a quiet giggle.  "No, not a cat...Cat.  He's my twin brother."  She gives a point to the other side of the room, then her eyes widen.  "Oh, right."  She puts down her soup and stands, walking over to the sleeping man and easily picking up him and the blanket in one motion.  She then carries him over to the recently-vacated sleeping mats and lays him down on one.  He rolls over and resettles, mumbling something under his breath about the bridge being too wide.  She takes his hand and squeezes it affectionately, then stands and returns to the wall where she left her soup.

Corelia withdraws her hand from the vigorous shake to clutch the bowl tighter to her chest, drawing her knees up slightly, giving the impression of a spooked pill bug.  "L-likewise," she murmers softly, still keeping her eyes on Lilibeth.  Her gaze darts to the soup again, then back to Lili.  "W-would...like...more?" she asks, voice barely more than a whisper when she says the last word.  Oh how she wishes Cat would wake up.  He's so much better at talking.

"Y-you're...uh..."  Corelia tries to reply once more before giving up at speaking and settle for a small, nervous smile and a nod in response to the other's thanks.  She picks up the only other bowl and fork in view and serves out a portion of the soup for herself, brushing a strand of hair back into place behind her ear as she rises from over the pot to sit against the wall.  She leans forward over her soup, the hair behind her ears falling forward to shade her face slightly.  She eats slowly, an eye on Lilibeth at all times, not making a sound.

Corelia turns at the sound of shouting just in time to see a fist-sized clump of dirt barreling towards her from behind.  Reflex tosses her to the ground, pulling her brother after her in a heap by the hand she was holding.  He lets out a disgruntled "Oof" as their groceries spill from his bag, a few potatoes and beans mostly.  Wasting no time, he pulls his hood back up and recovers from the fall enough to disentangle his hand from his sister's and crawl out to retrieve them, sweeping his hand to find them.  That finished, he stands and steps gingerly back to his sister and helps her to her feet as well.  They begin a whispered conversation, and he begins swirling his left hand.