[She quietly sips her tea as he eats, watching him out of the corner of her eye just in case he needed any assistance.

But for someone sounding and looking like death, he seems to be managing just fine. Her smile grows warm and fond as he leans into her, laughing lightly.]

I wouldn't say superior, it may just be biological. [She rests her free hand at his knee, patting him sympathetically.] Keith seemed to be able to hold his own for a bit longer than you and Lance.