Delia had settled her gaze on him carefully, trying not to fret, but still anxious. Despite the healer's optimism, Delia wanted to make sure. "There's tea, and some soup. Something local, though it's a bit spicy." She had always liked a kick to her food, not that bland English fare they got back home, but she supposed she could attribute that to her upbringing. "Cheeses and bread. I could make you a sandwich or something along those lines if you like? There's plenty of fruit." They had gotten lucky, in their positioning, to be not too far from supplies.

The fatigue was settling over her like a fog. She hadn't slept much in the last few days, too worried and upset to do much eating or sleeping. All she truly wanted to do was curl up next to him and catch up on her own shuteye. Still, his recovery was more important, and he should eat something to help him get some of his strength back. Once they'd accomplished that, then she could wrap herself around him and never let go again.