"What do you mean not really?" Katherine took Arabella by the chin and brought her closer to herself, leaning her head away for a clearer view of her neck.
"No seriously! I am fine. I am in no danger," she marked a pause before adding, "Although I might collapse from hunger very soon," the smile on her was bright.
"Right then," Katherine let her go and clapped her hands together once, "Let us tend to that before anything else!"
Katherine watched as Arabella stuffed her face. She hadn't lied; her stomach growled incessantly with demands until it was satiated.
After the last bite and realizing she'd made a spectacle of herself, Arabella took the linen napkin to her side and wiped at her mouth in a way she wanted graceful, but her burning cheeks betrayed more than she let on.
"Katherine," she started after clearing her throat, "What did the doctors say? the last time I asked, they weren't able to reach a proper diagnosis," the young woman grimaced.
