Eric blinked. He blushed faintly and he found himself led into the kitchen by her. He watched as she made breakfast, or tried to he assumed, with only one hand.
Marin frowns in concentration, but she’s successful in her endeavor although it takes her a little longer. She sighs in relief when she sets the table and tries to portion out the food.
Eric noticed how she frowned and started to frown as well. He was relieved when he sees her succeed. He wanted to help her set the table but she was still holding his hand.
Marin resorts to using her mouth in place of her other hand as she portions out the food, and then she spits the spatula into the sink. She walks him over to his chair, still holding his hand.
Eric was concerned as he watched her do that. He would not have minded if she had let go of his hand just long enough to do what she had to do. He frowned for a moment.
Marin resorts to using her mouth as her other hand, then she spits the spatula out into the sink. She escorts him to his chair, and stands, still holding his hand.