Ben watched her with a frown. She was holding the broth between her hands, but she hadn't made any move to have some yet. No wonder she looked so awful, if she wasn't eating. Something had to be wrong with her, he thought... more wrong than just the casual nausea that the healer had said was common in the early stages of pregnancy. Whether that was something to do with her body or with him, though, he still wasn't sure. He didn't think she was doing this on purpose — not, anyway, now that he was actually up in her room and seeing her (the thought had crossed his mind a few times during the earlier days, when she had just been refusing to come downstairs and she still sort of looked okay). But even if this wasn't intentional, it might still be his fault. If she'd given up on him, given up on them, given up on — well, given up on everything, then maybe that was why she wasn't eating. And if she wasn't eating, that could be why she wasn't ever feeling up for anything.

"Are you sleeping okay?" he asked, a vein of concern running through his tone.