[Having noted the sandwiches and acknowledged Krone's gesture, Eric unwraps himself from Arthur enough to lean and drag the plate closer.]

I know it's probably the last thing in the world you want to do and I understand why, but we don't know what's to come and you'll need your strength. Please eat something? I can't feed you like a bird.

[Surprisingly reasonable words from a man who keeps seeing dark hair where there is plainly blond if he turns his head away. At least he isn't seeing glasses, too. Though that might be better, honestly....]