[Ann waves for her to sit down as she gets to her own feet, heading over towards the counter.]

Sit tight, I'll grab it— I could use some, too.

[And Alisaie has just been through an ordeal, after all. Leaving her own dish of curry and rice on the table, Ann goes to ladle some soup into a pair of bowls, returning with them a few moments later and setting one down in front of Alisaie's place, complete with a clean spoon. There are greens visible in it, and overall the scent is more mild than the curry's.]

Here, try this. Miso can be a little bit of an acquired taste for some, but it should feel really good going down.