The humor in his eyes was returned with a shy sort of glimmer appearing in her own, nodding her head just a small fraction before going where he had indicated for the bowls and glasses. It was a precautious maneuver, as she carefully took out each bowl, holding them tight to her person while constantly adjusting and readjusting her robe. Then, over to the table she went to set them out, before heading back to the cabinet for their cups. Once again, she was cautious, one hand reaching up while the other held closed her robe, rapidly shifting hands to pull the other glass out and hasten over to the table (tightening her robe again the moment the glasses were clear of her hands).<br/><br/>At his behest, she sat down, wanting to steer clear of his way while he maneuvered about for whatever else he needed. And, it was while sitting there that she finally allowed herself to focus on the scent of what it was they were going to be eating, mouth inevitably watering. Since that night, she’d not eaten much of anything, picking at what she was given and pushing about the morsels she ignored on her plate to make it look like she’d made progress. One of the other ladies in waiting had commented that she looked to have lost weight, but she didn’t see it; That is to say, she wasn’t looking at herself in the mirror, avoiding all reflective surfaces to avoid seeing herself after<span style="font-style: italic">he</span>was through with her. So, perhaps she had lost weight, she wasn’t certain. A few nibbles of bread and sips of wine or water weren’t much to sustain oneself on.<br/><br/>So, when he brought out the stew, ladling it into her bowl, it was a pleasant surprise that she was interested in eating it. Out of all the food she could have had, all finely prepared by the best chefs in the kingdom...she seemed to prefer (at least, by scent alone) a simple stew.<br/><br/>There was the thought to wait for him eat first, out of respect for his meal and efforts, but he seemed to think the opposite. To keep him from waiting too long, she picked up her spoon, fingers cold and clumsy, filling it and lifting it to her lips to take a taste. For a moment, there was no change in her expression, trying to figure out how she felt about it, if the nausea would hold. But, when the urge to lose the contents of her stomach didn’t come, she let out a sigh of relief and tucked in to eat a bit more, a small smile on her lips as she glanced up in his direction, appreciation in their still hollowed depths.<br/><br/>“Brádach...this is…” Her smile grew as she was already filling her spoon for another bite. “...Delicious, thank you...How did you manage to catch the fowl?”