She listened to his heart as it spoke to her. He hurt, and she hurt for him. There was no peace in his mind, except the place where she stood, and she wrapped herself around him to try to pull him more into her own influence. But as much pain was there, there was even more love. Not just the love he had for her, no, but the love she shared with him. The love he shared with Evey - both of them, though the broken one felt ar different.
Leeloo pulled him toward the table, and he went with her. She pushed him down into the chair, and he didn't demure. She left him for a few minutes to find dinner and put it on the table, then took her seat - not across the table, no, but lengthwise across his lap instead. With his knife and fork, she cut bite sized pieces of chicken and fed it to him.
She hoped that their physical closeness, combined with the mental closeness he was maintaining with her, would be enough to shake him from the grief and guilt he felt. She did not believe it could correct everything. But perhaps, perhaps, it would make things more bearable for him.