Cole notices. Ben's hunger is a dim awareness, but Their agitation and stress is much worse.

His hand slides to press against Ben's stomach, close to Them as he can. "Shh, it's okay. Food's coming. You don't need to protect him, I promise. He's not going to be starved." His fingers pet slightly, soothing. "We need to feed you." That's directed to Ben instead. "Your hunger is triggering Them."