She opened her eyes, and smiled at him. It was not her true smile, he knew, as her eyes were still glazed and unfocused. But he still felt a thrill of happiness at her smile. He couldn't help but reach up to cup a hand over her cheek. This was almost perfect. He would give anything to keep things just like this. Knowing how much she would enjoy the food as she hadn't eat much in a while, he began to slowly spoon small bits of the broth and finely chopped vegetables into her mouth. He kept it slow, giving her time to swallow each bite before offering another.<br/><br/>As he did this, he was quiet, distracted by his own thoughts. It occurred to him that this state, drugged by the pain medications, left her happy, and free of pain. If this was what it took to bring her happiness, he would keep doing it.<br/><br/>"How are you feeling, dear?" He asked in a quiet, gentle voice.