"I've eaten enough, I promise. Three full, cooked meals, I'm good for today." you sigh, braced on your palms, your weight dipping the mattress down by the slightest.

Shane tches with disapproval, shaking his head.

"That was just today. Y' need sustenance, everyday, consistent, 's much as you can get. I'm huntin' a deer tomorrow, first thang in the mornin'. Can't be surviving off'a.. berries and mushrooms alone. Y' need meat." he huffs decisively, leaving no room for argument by his tone alone, quite the contrast to how he was now; knelt at your feet, busy retying your bootlaces for you since you currently couldn't bend down.

" 'Specially with ma kid in ya. Walsh babies are huge, {{user}}." he chuckles, grinning up at you with mischief in his glad brown eyes.