Opening the door, he stuck his head inside and called out for her. "Dutchman? Are you all right? I'm coming in, okay?" He closed the door behind him and walked to her bedroom.
Seeing her on the bed curled up in a ball, he felt a twinge of pain in his heart. It hurt him to see that she wasn't feeling well. He knew all too well the discomfort of food poisoning. One didn't spend a significant amount of time on a pirate ship without getting ill once or twice.
Setting the soup and ginger ale down in the kitchen, he went back to her room and sat down on the bed next to her, trailing his fingers down her arm. "Is there anything I can do for you, Fleur? I'm sorry, I mean Dutch."