Having kept tabs his progress out of the side of her eye as she ate portions of her own meal, she gently puts her hand underneath his arm once it gives out so it won't just drop to the floor. It was a little painful to watch, and with a hidden sigh she chides herself for letting it happen, even if it was to give him have some fraction of autonomy in his weakened state.
Mipha looks into the bowl and finds that despite his trouble, he ate more than she did. Though she could admit that her own worries were eating away at her, instead.
"I'm sorry. I know this is difficult..." she says, quieter even than usual. With his spoon, she slowly mixes around what he has left and scoops as many morsels of the meat as she can fit on the spoon. "I know how much you hate being laid up like this."
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Date: 2017-06-01 05:51 am (UTC)Mipha looks into the bowl and finds that despite his trouble, he ate more than she did. Though she could admit that her own worries were eating away at her, instead.
"I'm sorry. I know this is difficult..." she says, quieter even than usual. With his spoon, she slowly mixes around what he has left and scoops as many morsels of the meat as she can fit on the spoon. "I know how much you hate being laid up like this."