Daisy took Neville's hand and led him into the kitchen. It wasn't that he wouldn't know his way into the room, but she wasn't quite ready to give up the physical contact just yet. Squeezing it, she pushed him in the direction of the nearest chair. "I'm not going to disagree with you on that, but you need to eat. Any requests?"
She wasn't sure if she could make him feel better, but dammit if she wouldn't try.