"All right, but only if you promise you will eat. I am well enough, only somewhat more tired than usual, but that is to be expected and does not keep me from doing what I like." She should stand her ground and insist on cleaning up while he eats -- of course he thinks there's nothing wrong with mess, all men think so regardless of their age. But she can do that later, it certainly isn't going anywhere.

Eying Jack's bandaged arm worriedly, she sits on the edge of the bed, bowl of soup in her hands. "I shall hold it for you if you like, and handle the spoon for you. I did so for Mister LaBeouf when he was shot in the arm and could not use it properly."