“I think the answer to that is obvious.” She watched as Jared sat all gracefully. Without any sign of falling over.
Some people had all the luck.
Jared grabbed a plate and started to fill it up. Her stomach rumbled and she placed her hand over it, feeling queasy.
“You seem better,” North said, studying her. “Have you peed this morning? Was it bright yellow or pale?”
Her eyes widened. “Um, what?”
She had to have misheard him, right?
“Did you pee? You look more hydrated but if your pee is bright yellow then you might need another IV.”
“I peed and it was normal!” she squeaked. “And I would rather not talk about it.”
Did North’s lip twitch? Was he amused by her?
“I didn’t have any follow-up questions. Unless you’d like me to ask about your bowels? I’m sure there are some prunes in the kitchen if they’re needed.”
Jared sent North a surprised look. And it took her a moment to realize why.
North was . . . making a joke? Then again, maybe it wasn’t a joke. It was really hard to tell with North.
She wasn’t certain she would ever understand him.
“I don’t need any prunes,” she huffed.
“If you’re certain. Just tell me if you change your mind.”
This was a really weird conversation.
Jared slid a plate of food in front of her. She blinked down at it in surprise. Her plate was loaded with food.
Hadn’t he been getting all of that for himself? There were scrambled eggs and poached eggs – who needed two different types of eggs? – bacon and mushrooms and fried potatoes. Not to mention sausages and buttered toast.
There was no way she could eat this much.
“Isn’t this yours?” she asked.
“No.” Jared placed some toast and scrambled eggs on his plate. “I don’t eat that much food for breakfast.”
“I don’t eat this much food all day!”
North tilted his head, staring from her to the plate. “It does seem like a lot of food. Although if that’s all you’re eating over an entire day it explains why you’re so thin.”
“I’m not thin. I’m a perfectly good weight for my height.”
Well, she thought she was. What did he know?
“You’ve been ill and not eating,” Jared pointed out. “You need to eat.”
“I will be sick again if I eat all of this.”
“Do the best you can,” Jared told her.
“And if it’s not good enough, Jared will ensure you eat more,” North told her.
She tightened her hand around her knife. “How has no one ever stabbed you?”
