Edward shuddered, wrapping one pale-arm around his torso as he retched, expelling all the food that he had eaten in the house from his stomach quickly.
Then he sat down on a convenient pile of wood, groaning faintly, his whole body trembling.
He leaned back against the wood, closing his eyes and trying to relax as best as he could.
Then his eyes flew open as he felt a pair of warm arms surround him comfortingly.
"I'm sorry," Jacob whispered in his ear.
"I didn't mean to startle you. Are you alright? Quill told me what happened."
"Yes, or I will be at least. This is what is supposed to happen."
"What do you mean?"
"Because of… what I am, my body can't digest human-food anymore. So when I eat it… this is what happens."
"Oh," Jacob said, smiling in relief.
But his warm, brown eyes were still concerned as he held Edward close.
"I'm sorry that I interrupted your dinner with your father. You should go back inside."
"No, I was finished, and you need to go home and rest. We can just go say goodbye to him."