His hand faltered, the joyous smile on his face freezing, but he quickly resumed Ladling the soup, attempting to maintain a casual tone as he continued, “The doctor mentioned that you Lack proper nutrition, so I had the servant prepare..."

"Waylen, I don't need it. How many times must I say it? I don't need you."

His hands trembled ever so slightly as he gently set the bowl aside.

They were back to being strangers, unable to meet each other's gaze.

Perhaps it was easier to communicate this way.