She was very thirsty, and upon seeing it was porridge, she opened her mouth and ate. It was only lukewarm, but just right. She found it very soothing in her mouth, but couldn't help lamenting his thoughtfulness.
She swallowed a spoonful, and he fed her another, the pace was tight. She wanted to say she could drink it herself, but there wasn't even a pause between spoonfuls—she gave up. There wasn't much difference between being fed one spoonful or many.
The bowl of porridge was quickly finished, and he even wiped her mouth with a tissue afterward.
"You eat." After finishing the porridge, she felt some strength return. Her head didn't seem as dizzy, but she still leaned back lazily, thinking she had been starved by his intense coursework.
"Thank you," she said. Regardless, she had accepted his care.
He then started to eat, silent as ever.