He was kneeling in front of her, the _chuddah_ pushed back from his face, humbly offering her an oatmeal biscuit with a small heap of rice piled upon it.
She drew back shuddering.

"I couldn't eat anything--possibly," she said, and even her voice seemed to shrink.

"You can.

You take it.

I would rather die." Nick did not withdraw his hand.