She worried her bottom lip when she saw him swaying but relief swept through her when he said he should probably eat too. "I will eat if ye eat," she promised. She sat down and looked at the food. It no longer looked appetizing in its current state. "I'll get Betsy..." Ruth was gone with the plates of food and she went to where she remembered the kitchen was. "He said he'd eat, but his food is cold now. He ate a little of my meal and his, though."