Ray looks at him when he sighed. Trying to figure out why he seemed sadder or more distant than before. He nodded his head. Smiling a bit. "Thank you." He says. Watching the food be scooped onto the plate. He could only stare in surprise at all the food. To him the normal size serving was a lot of food. He rarely got more than the serving size he gave him of chicken....for his whole meal. He looked at him and nodded his head.  Looking at the stairs and eats all of his food. He continued eating. Slowly but surely finishing his food. He walks over to the sink. Out of habit he begins to find dishes, put away the food, clean up from the food, wash all dishes by hand, and turns the kitchen spotless. This would take him a while and having done it for so long he couldn't help it. He was used to doing the work of ten slaves from the plantation days...before he was able to even think about sitting down again. He sits down and lays his head on his arms. The oversize robes falling just enough that by the time Saint would come back down his undernourished frame was able to be seen at his shoulder level. He was exhausted and it caught up to him.