Something in him eases watching her eat, and he lets himself just breathe, eyes resting on her like if he looks away she'll be spirited away.

She hands him a plate and he lifts his teacup to her in cheers, but for a few minutes they just enjoy companionable silence as they both pick at necessary sustenance.

"I'll allow it," he says, smiling weakly. They both know he's not going to be able to keep her from healing him if she insists. "But -- only if you lay down with me this time." His hand drifts to her knee, concern on his face. Maybe it's too bold, but he doesn't think she's going to agree to going to her own chambers, and she needs sleep too. "Or at the very least go take a bath once I've nodded off again. There are salts and lotions, and there's a dressing gown in there." With any luck, she'd doze off in there, or get sleepy enough to come lay down.