He found, towards the back of the pantry, a box of ritz crackers. Those were better than saltines, in his opinion. Those were always too dry, and too salty. She didn't need too salty if her stomach wasn't feeling up to eating much. Kratos returned to her side, box in hand, though he didn't immediately offer them.
Instead, he took a minute to marshal his thoughts before he opened his mouth to speak. "I'm not going to lie and tell you that it wasn't... surprising... to walk in on what happened. And there's things we probably need to discuss about that whole situation. Some stuff I'm still working through in my own head. And I might wig out about it, I don't know yet. I'm still sorting through it all."
Holding out the box toward her, he gave her a small but genuine smile. "But I figure it's probably better if only one of us wigs out at a time. We've done the thing were both of us freak, and that didn't go so well. So right now, it's your turn. And when you're done, then I'll go, okay? In the mean time, I just want to make sure you get what you need."
As soon as the last comment left his mouth, Kratos knew she'd take it the wrong way. Like he was putting her first, before his own needs. Which he was on the surface, but it went deeper than that. So he hurriedly explained, "Like you said, I'm used to shit. Not my first rodeo either, right? So this is what I do when I end up hip deep in that shit. I figure out what needs to get done, I prioritize and compartmentalize, I break it all down so I can put it all together again later. Which means, right now, my first step is making sure that you are okay, physically okay, since you expended a lot of energy and lost a lot of blood. Because the truth is, I'm not going to be okay until I know you are. This is where I'm starting."