That's just about what Hythlodaeus expected, but it's no less concerning for that. He gives a barely noticeable sigh, reaching out towards the tray and taking a small piece of the bread and the glass of water - prison food is no great feast, chosen for the ease of cooking rather than anything else. But he has to start small in any case, given how emaciated Hades looks.

"I can help you eat, if you haven't the strength. I would imagine you do not."