“No, you go ahead and eat. I'll get you more,” he tried to reassure her and left again to add to her meal. This time he brought two bowls and more slices of his loaf so he could eat too, showing her the more acceptable means of eating.
Lar gave her another bowl, showed her the proper utensil and how to eat using them. Patha watched him intently as he sat down beside the bed, took his bowl, and ate the soup with a spoon, blowing gently to cool it. Patha then followed suit, watching his every move. They ate in awkward silence. Just as they were finishing, there came a knock at the door. Patha cringed, dropping her spoon and bowl in fright.
“It's just visitors. They've come to meet you,” he reassured her, taking the bowls and spoons, and stacking them on the tray. “I'll go let them in. You
