"Ye come in whenever ye are able to." He almost told her she wouldn't have to cook for him anymore if she didn't want to but he knew she would probably take that the wrong way when it wouldn't have been meant as an insult. He knew she had pride in her that would prevent her from taking up the offer even though she really... really... ought not to. While her food was... edible in most cases, it was still a poor diet compared to what he was used to. He was used to cooking for himself. He pulled her to him then, sitting down and hauling her onto his lap, assuming she let him, and he buried his face against her neck with some affection. He wasn't trying to get her to make love with him, he was merely holding onto her because he wanted to. Part of having a wife for him was being able to hold someone.

He kissed her cheek then and murmured, "Everything will be alright, love."