It was very likely a grim mix of both. The burdensome, if burden enough, get left behind.

But Guts is eager to let that topic die, so the awkward silence hangs in the air for a good minute after Vena speaks. He was glad she didn’t push. He might’ve snapped back with something he’d regret later.

Instead, he watches her wrestle with the ungainly vegetable, and manages a little smile.

“Hey - if it’s that bad, then I’ll take it. There are worse things to eat than a turnip.”