She did watch him, too. Oh, she kept her eyes on him the whole time, afraid to even blink. She didn't even look down at her son when he made a little bit of fuss because he was fighting sleep, but a few rocks and a backrub made him quiet. She didn't particularly like watching him eat, for the expression on his face was... well... like he wasn't there? Or was that her imagination? Either way, the man was wasting away without even thinking about it much... And if he did, she wondered if he truly wanted to die or if he simply stopped caring at all whether he lived or died. Such deep thoughts he was making her have, she almost let herself stare off but caught herself.