[nehan's ears twitch-- he's confused. he opens his mouth, wanting so dearly to ask what the person before him means, but what comes out is instead a deluge of information in an attempt to respond to what he deems are unspoken questions.]

That my tastebuds are dead? No. But everyone can see my problems, and I'm open about speaking of the incident that broke me. A few know an attack did this to me. But only one person knows the details.

As for the food, no, I never feel anything strange after eating.