Glancing downward showed nothing she hadn't expected. Christian was unsteady on his feet, but moving, which was good enough. Helga lifted the basket as she rose with him and held it out for him.
The pumpkin juice was likely warm by now, but it would still be sweet and the bread was fresh.
"You can have more once we've fixed you up. It's past the evening feast. However, we can find something left in the kitchens."