Henry met Iestyn's gaze and he leaned his head against the bars. Being fatalistic wasn't going to get them anywhere. "Will you kiss my forehead?" he asked, wanting the comfort. "And then you need to eat, Iestyn. I know you're starving. You have to eat." He needed to eat too, and he was going to, but he needed to feel like he wasn't going to vomit it all back up first. If he ever would.