She looked accusingly up at him, then down at the soup. Her stomach growled when she smelled the aromatic steam that blew into her nose, but she remained still.<br/><br/>Trying to seem nonchalant, she looked around the room for any sign of a possible escape route. Keeping note of the distance between the bed and the door and the bed and  the window, her eyes shifted back to him, "I am not hungry." She lifted her arm to move the bowl out of the way but winced and dropped it back to the bed immediately when her bicep protested.<br/><br/>She looked quickly away from him, embarrassed and ashamed to look into his eyes in the condition that she was in, damning herself for returning to her weakling self.