Carl watched her hesitation with a slight frown. At first, she thought it was because of his actions. Finally, he decided it must be that she didn't condone drug use. He found this honorable, but he couldn't deal with her pain. It caused him too much grief.<br/><br/>His expression was gentle as he nodded in understanding, "Its alright, I understand. I'll just go and get you something to eat, alright?"<br/><br/>Standing, he went into the kitchen, moving slowly, gingerly. Within a few minutes, he'd heated the soup from last night and filled a glass of water for her. The two pills were still in his pocket and he pulled them out to crush them using the flat side of a knife, grinding them into powder. The powder quickly dissolved into the steaming soup and he took it to her.<br/><br/>With a smile, he offered it, unsure if she would be willing to let him feed her.