Elijah sighed as Anthony didn't know. He told himself it was the injury, but it felt like a wall had popped up between them again. He lightly patted his shoulder, "It's alright. Take it when you want." He put the medicine down as well as a cup of water (he made certain this one had a handle so that it would be harder for Anthony to drop it). "The bed is also made so if you would rather be moved there, let me know and I'll help you." He watched him and the barely toughed food. He wanted to speak sense into the man, but this man had a gift for ignoring good sense.