Alan accepted her words and nodded with a considering smile of his own, coming into the room. "Alright," he told her, "since you mostly use your arms when eating, I suppose it's only fair you still get food." As though he would have denied her if she'd still been lying in bed like a lump. He would have just had to make sure he fed her himself. There had been one time he'd had to practically force-feed her a few dolmades, so sure she had been that there was no point to anything so mundane as eating when Telos was already doomed.
Thankfully that wasn't the case today (or for a long time) and he put the bag down on the table. "This is from that Saudi place."