[ Perhaps it seems strange that this failure has seemingly disheartened him so, but it is just another way that he has been shuttered and rendered helpless. The realization that he is unable to feed himself feels like receiving another blow, not from King Thordan, but from his own diminished but still present sense of pride.
And even as she tries to reassure him and holds up the spoon for him to take the food from it, his shoulders sink lower and for the briefest of seconds, his eyes slide closed. But they only remain that way for a moment, seconds at most, and when they open, he leans forward accepting the offered bite.
It still feels to him as though she ought to focus only on caring for herself and meeting her needs, but even if he had the strength and the words to form that argument, it seems clear enough that she would refuse to accept the notion that caring for him is a futile effort.
And so, for the moment, he remains compliant, taking the food and slowly swallowing it, the only other sign of the disappointment he directs at himself being the way his hands curl beneath the blanket's folds. ]
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And even as she tries to reassure him and holds up the spoon for him to take the food from it, his shoulders sink lower and for the briefest of seconds, his eyes slide closed. But they only remain that way for a moment, seconds at most, and when they open, he leans forward accepting the offered bite.
It still feels to him as though she ought to focus only on caring for herself and meeting her needs, but even if he had the strength and the words to form that argument, it seems clear enough that she would refuse to accept the notion that caring for him is a futile effort.
And so, for the moment, he remains compliant, taking the food and slowly swallowing it, the only other sign of the disappointment he directs at himself being the way his hands curl beneath the blanket's folds. ]