Zylan shook his head, his gaze unwavering as he spoke. "No, you eat. My food will be here in a few minutes," he said, pressing the button beside her to confirm his order discreetly.
Not that he needed food, but for her sake, he just needed to take something. Zylan hadn't left the special inn since Naomi passed out, and for a moment, he had forgotten how long it had been since he'd eaten. Not that he couldn't stay without eating—his focus had always been sharp—but the worry on Naomi's face had even made him want to eat.
The thought sharpened his focus, his sharp gaze growing more intense as he continued in his usual calm but firm tone. "Don't worry about me. Eat." He spoke, noticing her concerned look.
