Broken Boulder i'll pay my weight in blood to feel my nerves wake up

Alarian flinched slightly at Zamael's words, sinking to the ground so he wouldn't tip over again. It was hard to focus through the fog, but he tried. Both? I— I just haven't felt like eating for... awhile. And now I feel nauseous when I try. The explanation was hesitant; timid, even.
He knew it had been stupid to stop eating. Of course he knew that— but no one had said anything, so he'd never had a reason to care. It only affected him. His ears flattened slightly, half-expecting reprimand. Another part of him expected it simply wouldn't matter; habit, to expect that he was not important.