She didn't worry him that much, but he did worry nonetheless. He thought that she was getting sick again, and sighed mentally out of relief when that wasn't the case. It was a lot to take in, and she wasn't being a burden at all by zoning out. He was just a little worried and there wasn't really anything else to it. Before he could think any more, the doors to the kitchen opened up and the man that had been talking with Samsul came out with one tray, holding two plates and one being significantly smaller than the other in the serving. He made his way over to the table and put the tray down in front of the two. "I hope that the two of you enjoy the meal, do you have any questions?" He asked Anastasia, since Samsul was already used to how he cooks his food and everything that he cooks it with.