The fries by now were pretty stale, and Iestyn cast a glance at the box, retrieving it from where it was tucked out of sight. "Here," he said, offering it. "Finish it up. I already had some." Not true, but he couldn't bear to see Henry in so much pain. He needed whatever strength he could get. He got the cold cloth while Henry started to eat, squeezing it out and bringing it over to rest on Henry's face.