Russell was starting to get concerned. Noctis didn't usually ignore food. He dished rice into a bowl of chili and added a little of everything to it. He handed it to Noctis with a spoon, "Eat."
He stood, it didn't look like Carrick was going to give the privacy to change out of their wet clothes. That was alright, Russ was not shy and if his lover wanted a show, he didn't mind. He stood and stripped out of his wet things. He took the offered heavy robe and put it on. It did gape a bit. He sat and dished up a bowl of chili for himself. With generous does of hot sauce. His eyebrow hitched again when Carrick asked his steward to prepare rooms. Obviously his lover intended him to sleep in his own bed. He didn't mind that, but he was worried about Noctis.
"I'm sorry we interrupted your meeting." He dug into his food and watched to make sure Noctis ate.