He came back with toast and juice. "Eat." He said, his tone commanding and demanding. He sat, eyes turned to her. He was going to watch, and make sure she ate something.
In truth, he wasn't sure why he was looking after her. It wasn't his style to care about anyone else. But Anna wasn't just anyone else. She was an angel without her Grace. Maybe he was fascinated, curious even. He wasn't sure he could put it to words. He didn't really want to think that much on it.