"No," she repeated sternly, making it clear she wasn't going to fold easily. If he wanted her out, he'd have to physically remove her, and judging by his condition he'd have to be really motivated to do so. It was a bit confusing for her to see him that way, his normally impeccable apartment in such disarray and his appearance so rumpled. It was the opposite image of the man she had come to know, but seeing him in such a moment of frailty wasn't pathetic to her. Not when she was the one that brought him to that point.
Setting the stew on the table and retrieving a bowl from where she knew them to be, Mabelle served a small portion, not sure of his appetite. But it was probably better for him to eat first before she inspected the hole in his head, because she suspected that was going to be a far more difficult task. "It's good," she stated while stepping near his chair, but just outside where she estimated his reach. "Beef. And some vegetables. You should eat." She wasn't going to offer the soup to him until she got confirmation that he actually wanted it.