The servant was very efficient and served up a table of food immediately.
As I treated her wounds, I could feel the absent-minded Sylvia glancing at the food from time to time.
"Are you hungry?" I asked.
"I said I'm not hungry. I'm fine." Her voice was stubborn.
But as soon as she said that, her stomach growled loudly. She hurriedly covered up her belly, trying to keep the sound on the low. Her face flushed pink with embarrassment.