He was already seated at the table when she entered. At the sound of her footsteps, Rodolphus folded down the morning edition of the Daily Prophet he was reading to smile and wish her a good morning. When he asked her how she slept she was able to give him a truthful answer. Plates appeared in front of her the moment she sat down in the chair to his left. As grateful as she was for a warm, free meal, she worried that the churning of her stomach wouldn't allow her to enjoy it or even to swallow much. Too much stress brought on a number of digestive issues that she didn't want to contemplate. The only cure for many of those ailments was for the reduction of stress. Until she was dead or everyone else was dead, she didn't expect there to be much opportunity for that.