Jacob wonders still why he seems to have been left out of those messages that are upsetting so many, but deep down he is nearly glad for it. Except for the concern of what being overlooked means.

He follows with an easy gait, looking around curiously and not tipping the dish an inch so that it all remains within the vessel.

"Thank you. I appreciate it. Not had much of an appetite for a bit," he says, dismissing it, acting as if it's not much of an issue. It's easier to pretend that there is no troubles, no loneliness, nothing but carrying on as normal.

"Has there been more? Since... the message?" Not mentioning how bad it hurt Altair, not wanting to seem to be slighting him for his reaction.