[ Two-toned eyes move to his hand and arm, watching his movements, in case she must intervene. Her ears lift slightly as he moves to take the spoon. Then, her gaze softens as he is unable to complete the motion. She sets the meal to the side for only a brief moment to take his hand in hers and give it a gentle squeeze. He tried, and for now, that is enough. ]

Oh, Aymeric, don't be upset. I shouldn't have asked you to do more than you're ready to do. The walk here was hard enough... I didn't think .... I should have. [ She squeezes his hand again before guiding it to rest inside the blankets. Then, she moves to pick up their breakfast once more into her hands. The bowl is settled in her lap and she fills the spoon full before raising it to his mouth for him to eat. ] You first, then I'll follow.

Then, after you've slept and woken up, I'll be certain to ask for two meals.

[ As she is certain he will not stand for sharing a meal with her again. ]