Broken Boulder if i should die tonight,

some implied PP-- let me know if I should change it!

His stomach turned at the thought of eating, but tightened far more uncomfortably at the thought of saying no. Alarian nodded slowly, but waited for Ulf to take the first bites. He would not eat much; a scant amount, hardly enough to count as a snack.
As soon as he had, his stomach began to tighten, then cramp violently. It was sharp, almost agonizing; he gasped slightly, turned his face away, and waited for it to subside. Nausea rose up in him. Embarrassed, Alarian could only glance briefly at Ulf, hoping he had not noticed. He had become thinner, straddling the line between slim and underweight, and food seemed to dislike him as much as he disliked it lately. With no explanation for it beyond his addled mental state, the Governor had opted to keep it hidden as much as possible.