"No wonder Jocelynn never asked about her missing sister," Percivus said with a sour expression on his face. "Perhaps I was wrong to think that she would do anything to help her struggling cousin," he said, frowning at Eleanor as he picked up the spoon to place a single spoonful of stew into Jocelynn's bowl before adding three spoonfuls to Eleanor's.
"I pity you, Eleanor," Percivus said as he looked down at the trembling woman. "Samlet, fetch a blanket for Eleanor. Her cousin won't do anything to earn comfort for her, so we should see that she's taken care of instead."
"Here," Percivus said, getting up from his chair to bring the steaming cup of stew with a few meager spoonfuls of broth and a single piece of meat in it over to Eleanor. "You're too cold to speak, and I have many more questions for you. Eat," he said as he took one of her cold, frail hands and wrapped it around the warm, wooden bowl.
