It was something. It was better than nothing. And Cressida gave a soft sight, looking at the barely eaten food. Maybe she really would need an IV at this point. But for now, she'd take that much and hope that she could coerce him into another bite. She watched him carefully and now more worried than before. She'd hoped that the steak would be enough for him to eat but the heartsickness was enough to suppress that.
"Very well," Cressida said, "Please eat the rest at some point before it starts to attract flies." And she then went to the plate of food, looking at Ashton again.
"We will find a way to bring him back," Cressida said and did something she normally didn't do. Make promises she wasn't sure she could keep, "I promise." And she would. Even if it meant she would collapse from exhaustion all over again or require the need of a goddess to take her form, she would do it. Not really for Ashton but for Barclay.
If he knew what waited for him here, he would come back. If that's even what happened. It felt like the only explanation for it.