Ian watched Mina push her food around her plate, clearly not hungry or unwilling to eat. He cleared his throat, which snapped her vacant gaze toward him. He lifted his fork and extended it to her before putting it in his mouth, trying to subtly coax her into eating. He felt guilty when he was distracted by the pleasant taste.
When Mina still showed no interest, Ian reminded her that her next meal would be prescribed by a doctor. In response, she shakily started to lift the fork in an attempt to eat. He did his best to ignore the tears that were streaming down her face, because he was almost positive that she was awake, but her mind was still in the dream. Whatever it was that was haunting her, she was not just reliving it in her sleep, she was reliving it in her waking life as well.
