Gwenaëlle looks up when she's addressed - not before that, paying little attention to the comings and goings of those she doesn't recognise as related to Asher's situation and those she presumes to be servants and therefore effectively background noise - and it appears to take her a moment to register ... that she has been, and why.

"Thank you," she says, eventually, polite enough. "I'm not hungry."

--not because she has eaten, that would be sensible. But Asher lies dying a few feet away and she has been here every day, she sits up with him, she finds busywork, she does her sewing. She sits and waits and she doesn't let herself not acknowledge what it is she's waiting for, and it's a cold, quiet ache that moves her away from small things like wanting to eat a sandwich and seeking out company on purpose.