As much as Galatea hated seeing him this way she would put on a happy face. It pained her to no end that he was hurting. She could kiss and hug and love him as much as possible, but it wouldn't change anything. She knew that.
She kiss his cheek before taking his hand and leading him into the dining area. "Margot, Francesca, you may come in now," she called, directing her voice to the opposite end of the room where a door lead into the kitchen. When both women presented themselves Galatea smiled sweetly, "Please prepare something light and delicate. My dear, sweet Phillip is feeling out of sorts. Be sure to make tea as well." The women simply nodded and returned to the kitchen as Galatea settled into her usual chair at the head of the table.