He made sure the fire under the kettle was on the low side. Not being a great cook, but knowing how to take care of himself, he knew full well not to burn a stew. In a city it wouldn't be much of a problem, with provisions abundant, but here in the cabin in the woods, he knew to be more careful. And with the stew softly simmering until it would be hot enough, he turned back towards the princess when he heard her speak. He totally understood her not keeping silent for a few reasons. First, she probably wasn't used to being told off by anyone else but her parents and second, the more obvious one at the moment, her deep-ridden anger. The hooded man made his way back to the girl, glancing her up and down and gently taking her hands, breaking them away from the blanket. He took one of her hands in his, stroking the top of it with his thumb, and with the other hand he caressed her hair again.<br/><br/>'I dunno m'lady. We h'mans are a strange bunch. T'happ'ness of others s'always causin'envy. And wiff r'country at peace for s'long, that'd envy others'. But he added a few of the puzzle-pieces up, the warlord and his gang had killed or intended to kill the King and Queen and the twin, but not the girl. 'Did him bastard demand thing from you, m'lady?' He kept stroking her hand, ever trying to comfort her and make her know that her ordeal was over. That she was in safe hands now. 'I promis'you one thing, m'lady. Right up'we back in t'city, I not leave yer side. I be wiff you t'protect you'. From the kettle he heard a soft sputtering, so he knew the stew would be hot enough to eat. 'One moment, girl. Lemme get food'.<br/><br/>He let go of her hand, and took his other hand away from her hair, getting up and grabbing two wooden bowls, filling them with stew. For the princess a smaller portion as for him, but there was plenty for a second taking, should she so wish. Back near the bed, he put his bowl on the chair, sitting on the edge of the bed, bowl and a spoon in hand. With the princess still sitting up, he handed her the spoon. 'Try t'eat som'thing yerself, girl. But be careful, it'd be hot'. He held the bowl in front of her, for the girl to eat something. His eyes never left her, he made a promise and to him that was as good as a vow, and his name wouldn't be Hood if that didn't stand for something.