Declan frowned, concern etching its way across his face. "If you're dizzy, you should eat something," he said, confident in his prescriptive sentence. Eating wouldn't make her feel worse, and she looked weak from where he was standing — the sickness was taking all of her energy away from her, and if she didn't eat it would just get worse.

In his head, he was connecting this to the fight they'd had. She probably wouldn't be this ill if she'd agreed to rest months ago.

"I can heat up some broth," Declan said, definitively. "If you're worried about eating anything too — complicated."