He sat on the edge of the bed to her left as she lay on her back.  His left arm went over her, supporting his weight on the mattress near her right hip and wounded right arm.  "Not hungry?  Your stomach seems to disagree.  I added some herbs to this soup.  It will heal you faster and your arm will be functional again sooner.  But if you would rather starve and continue to be lame, that is your choice.  I am sure the Black Knights would prefer to have you on your back while retaining your foolish willfulness, rather then performing your duties."<br/><br/>He let the harsh words sink in.  He moved his hand from the mattress, brushing up against her hip, and tenderly held her chin to nudge her face toward the soup.  "Finish the soup, and I promise that I will be on my way.  Then you will be rid of me."  He stirred the soup, then took out the spoon and held it to her lips.