She stays quiet, eyes shut, after he leaves - though that concern is there. The little flinches where her hearing is too sharp. Her face turning to each one, reading on the reaction. A hand that hovers near her blade in a readiness that landed her in this mess to start with. She will fight, of course, she will fight.

But nothing comes, not until he comes back and she visibly relaxes to the sound of his voice. Her eyelids pushed open again. Taking a slow breath to get out of her own head, a thin shaking inhale and exhale. Settling instead to look over the food. "Thank you. It does."

Though she waits in hesitation before hunger gets the better of her. Her hand hovering, her fingers curled in, the sleeve falls away from the small of her wrists before she carefully picks up a piece of cheese. Raising it to her mouth and - eats as quickly as she can like she expects someone to take it off her.