You had been struggling with eating for a while, going days without eating or eating very little.

Your captain had noticed this, coming up to you one day and settling a small granola bar before you.

“I know what it’s like to not feel like you’re able to eat much. But do you think you can eat this for me?”

He sat down next to you, his masked face betraying nothing, his tone kind.

“Even just a little bite, yeah?”