Was she supposed to stay? She sort of awkwardly sat down on one, keeping out of the way.
Patrick ate the soup, luckily too exhausted to be frustrated at the slow pace George was keeping. He knew logically it was for his own good, but he just wanted to drink the entire bowl down all at once.
When the bowl was half empty, Patrick knew he had to stop. "I can't. I can't eat any more," he mumbled. "It hurts. Can I sleep now?"
Wrath rose, in case George would need someone to bitch to the second Patrick was asleep.