Wordlessly, he took the glass of water from her and stared down at it, frowning. Then, slowly and carefully, he brought it to his lips, forcing himself to sip at it rather than down the whole thing immediately in an effort to soothe his dry mouth. The last thing he wanted was to be sick and he hadn't had anything in his stomach for four months, and Claire's healing or not, he didn't want to risk it. Better to take it slow.
He'd managed a few small mouthfuls when she finished breakfast, and he moved over to the table as ordered, setting his drink down as he took his seat. As hungry as he was, though, he didn't touch them -- he simply watched her, still frowning, and listened to Peter move around upstairs.
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Date: 2011-01-12 09:36 pm (UTC)He'd managed a few small mouthfuls when she finished breakfast, and he moved over to the table as ordered, setting his drink down as he took his seat. As hungry as he was, though, he didn't touch them -- he simply watched her, still frowning, and listened to Peter move around upstairs.