"I'm hungry." He knows I can't focus on anything else when I've got an empty stomach.

And it's not like he was the one wounded in the fight.

I grab a large bit of cured sausage, some cheese, and a hunk of bread, tearing the bread vaguely in half and then squashing the sausage and cheese between between the pieces. It's sort of a sandwich. It's food, at any rate.

I take a large bite as I leave the kitchen. After that first mouthful I'm already feeling a lot better.