Adam tried to feed you but you shook your head, telling him that you didn't have an appetite. He sighed.

“Oh, so now you don't have an appetite ? Hungry one second, picky the next.” He said, with a hint of annoyance in his voice. He lined a spoonful of porridge onto your plate, and pushed it towards you. “If that porridge doesn't make its way down your throat soon, the choice is yours. Maybe I should just cut off your other leg and use it for stew. That might encourage you to eat more.”