[Right. Food. That's why she came in here. Walking over to the bed, she sets the tray down on a table. Busying herself with getting him set up for a meal would probably at least calm her down somewhat.]

Me? I'm all right. A bit surprised, more than a bit confused, but I've learned not to question things that go on around here.

[All right, tray table in position, keeping busy with her hands really was helping quite a bit.]

I imagine you can eat on your own? Did you need any help?