"My hands are not injured."
"Would you prefer that I let you have to feed yourself?" Penelope asked, pulling the spoon back from Tyrion's mouth. "I am more than happy to let you fend for yourself. Do you want me to do that, Tyrion? Do you?"'
"No," Tyrion replied, wanting to keep the peace.
On any other day, Tyrion would bask in the fact that Penelope was feeding him, but Penelope was overworking herself.
Penelope came to him early in the morning, helped with his bath, dressed him, and now she was feeding him.
"You must rest," Tyrion said, but he knew his advice would fall on deaf ears.
"I will rest when my husband is well. I miss the times you held me. I have taken them for granted. Will you please get better so I can have those moments again?" Penelope asked, using Tyrion's interest against him.
"This is the first time someone has used this method on me to get better. It is working," Tyrion confessed.
