This isn't about me! [His lips purse. They... don't have... much choice...] Here. Just eat this. [He caught a few fish again. All that is left to drink is coconut milk, so she gets that, too. Except... she is missing an arm. God dammit.

He sighs and sits on the side of her bed with his legs crossed again. And, like... feeds her or whatever with the mishapen wooden spoon.] Does it hurt? Your arm. I got some plants and made some medicine we can put on it.