From the moment he had touched her; he knew he could not completely comfort her from the pain and weariness she had taken upon herself.  Even so, Thal-ion noted her relax and in less pain when he shared his own energy with her through the Force.  He was happy to share of himself if it meant helping her, but her question of what to do while they waited made him pause...that was until her stomach rumbled in protest at not being fed.  In answer - Thal-ion's own stomach growled with a need for food, and he shook his head ruefully.  Clearly, there was one thing which needed to be tended to, and had been apparently forgotten during their many trials already.  Food was something rather badly needed - to which Alethea openly suggested with a sheepish smile.  He couldn't help, but to chuckle at how they had seem to have forgotten food, and flashed his companion a smile of his own.<br/><br/>"Yes, it would appear food is just as important as rest," he replied while still chuckling a bit before getting up from his meditative position.  He wondered what they had for food aboard the ship, and went rumaging through the ship's stores to find out.<br/><br/>What he came back with was not exactly a meal fit for royalty, but it would do in a pinch.  There were a couple of metal containers holding dinner inside each.  Both were some kind of exotic beef from Chandrila along with vegetables from...ironically...Naboo.  With these in his hands; Thal-ion went to heat them up.  While such items were heating up; he poured two glasses of pure water for them to enjoy.  It only then occured to him that he was serving Alethea.  She, of course, had full ability to serve herself, and yet he had taken it upon himself to do so.  It was obviously not from her being able to do it herself, but more rather that he simply liked doing it for her.  This particular desire flooded back through the Force to his companion even as he handed over her glass of water.  His smile was warm and pleasant - even if he was blushing a bit.  He had heard of the social ritual called courtship, but he had never really paid much attention to such things.  Now, he kind of wished he had.  The young Sentinel was not use to such moments, but he also found he was not nervous about displaying or sharing such with Alethea.<br/><br/>Thus, he went off to retrieve the dinners, and brought them back complete with utinsels...handing one to her.  "Careful, the box is a bit warm," her companion warned before sitting before her with his own metal box of food.  For a moment, he could do nothing more than gaze at her, but the newest rumble in his stomach forced him to look away...making him chuckle at the interruption.  "Yes, I hear you," he said with continued mirth to his stomach, and opend his box to begin eating.  "Note to self - remember to eat after spending vast amounts of Force energy during duels," her companion added...still mildly laughing at their lack of paying attention to meal times.<br/><br/>His gaze returned to the woman sitting across from him, and he couldn't help but to smile at her warmly.  It was true - other than having meals with Tionne; Thal-ion had never really sat across from a member of the opposite gender to share a meal with.  Certainly never in a private setting.  He found it rather...enjoyable...though he could not say why other than he loved her presence.