Ash could already tell she had not been fed well at the foster home. He had heard stories of places like that and did not like the thought of anyone living there as she had done. There was never a shortage of food in the Pendergast Manor the servants pretty much always had something cooked up. He noticed when she narrowed her eyes and he knew what she was about to ask...<br/><br/>"No there's not a catch, I just want to help." he replied, placing a little of everything on the english china. He poured a cup of lemonade also and took everything out to the dining room and placed it on the table. Ash pulled out a chair for her and watched as he sat down. He took one of the linen dinner napkins and tied gently around her neck, allowing his fingers to trail softly along her neck, He noticed her reaction from the touch and smiled as he sat down beside her.<br/><br/>Ash folded his arms infront of him as he wastched her eat, he could tell she was enjoying herself and undoubtedly she found the food delicious. She stopped eating and dabbed at her mouth with the napkin, then she thanked him... and thats when he fully realized the kindness he had displayed that evening. "No need to thank me, I am glad to help." he said and saw the tears begin to slowly roll down her pale cheeks. He elaned forward. "Hey, it's alright now." he whispered and reached out, gently brushing her tears away with his thumb.