Frederic smiled softly as she flopped back onto her pillow and couldn't help but chuckle. "Angel," he murmured and leaned forward to kiss her forehead, "eat, and then get some more rest. I hope you like the soup." He still sat on the side of her bed for a moment and handed her the bowl of soup and the spoon he'd also brought in. The bowl itself was warm but not hot and he hoped it would warm her hands if they were cold.