"With those thoughts marching around inside her head, Annabel found her appetite quickly waning. It did not help that the stew was cold, and the cheese hard from sitting in the open air so long. She'd barely touched her food before she was pushing it away and letting the fur slip to the floor so that she could draw the linen around herself in the roman style and stand. "I thought ye were hungry?" Ross said, stepping closer and scooping her up when she stepped from between the table and chair. "So did I," Annabel admitted quietly, slipping her arms around his neck as he carried her back across the room. Her words made him stop at the foot of the bed and he eyed her with concern. "Is yer head aching again? Seonag said it was pounding something fierce when ye woke up the first time, but that she'd given ye something fer it." "She did, and 'tis fine. I am just not hungry anymore," Annabel said with a shrug. "But ye feel all right?" he persisted. "Aye. You may go quench your thirst without worrying about me," she assured him. Ross grunted with satisfaction at this news and promptly set her to sit on the foot of the bed."