[ Ah. Yes. That's what he'd wondered - he knows that Clive had to fend for himself during that period of time, and wondered if it had been somehow related. Now that he knows, however, he sobers considerably, focusing on his own stew. Despite Clive not appearing to be visibly upset, he doesn't want to step too far. ]

Apologies, brother.

[ He's silent again as he focuses on eating. Because he did say he would eat as much as he could. He already fears trying to stand, though, and that's after one drink. Water would also be in his best interest. ]

It has been far too long since either of us have had to worry about which fork to use, I think. I find it much more relaxed.