Iris felt herself huff without even realising at his words, of course she didn’t want to take longer to get better they both knew that but again eating didn’t sound appetizing at all. A part of her was worried if she tried to eat and brought it back up, she wouldn’t make it to the bathroom on time, not with her body feeling as weak as it did. Even when she had tried to get to her feet to see if he was okay had been a struggle. The warmth of the blanket certainly wasn’t helping her mood either which only added to her frustration. 

Hearing him fiddle with what she could assume was the can opener she was curious as to what he was going to make, she was certain he hadn’t cooked before. If she recalled a past conversation when she had said how she enjoyed cooking he had found it amusing, apparently high borns didn’t really cook. They had people for that. [color=f49ac2][i][i]They have people for everything[/i][/i][/color]. Thinking to herself as she tried to take a peek but the struggle wasn’t worth it so she sunk back down into the sofa grumbling to herself about how inconvenient this fever was. 

Unable to contain the flinch when she heard the plates on the side, she knew it wasn’t loud but for some reason the sound had gone right through her. The headache was no bout a side effect of the fever and only another thing to inconvenience her. [color=f49ac2][i]Maybe this is karma for what I have done?[/i][/color] Sighing softly to herself as she couldn’t stop her thoughts swirling around the negative, as much as she wanted to be positive, she was finding it quite difficult lately and her mask was cracking. Keeping up the act was becoming tiresome and she couldn’t easily convince people she was fine like she had before. 

Glancing over as the plates were placed on the coffee table, she watched the food debating on if she wanted to even try it. [color=f49ac2]“Is this the first time you’ve cooked?”[/color] Asking softly as she looked back at Cas, [color=f49ac2]“N-Not saying it looks horrible! No... It looks great! I eh… I just.”[/color] Trying to catch her words as she flustered, [color=f49ac2]“I remember you saying you’ve never done something like this before.”[/color] Pulling the blanket around her more as she kept herself on the sofa with her barely touched water, she didn’t reach for the food. Not yet. Even as she watched as he ate, she hoped it would make her feel hungry, but it didn’t. All she felt was her stomach churn away at the idea off anything touching it and she could only grimace at the idea. 

Between the tender feeling of her stomach to the guilt rising up for not eating what he had made she felt conflicted with herself. The heat was making her breathless and as much as she wanted to throw the blanket to one side she gripped it harder trying not to break that order at least.