[It strikes her how he's trying to make it easier for her -- and himself -- just as she has been the last few days. A sign of mutual caring that also makes her a little sad, in a way.]
I'm glad. Come, you should sit down. Have you eaten? [She hovers close, but doesn't offer him any help. He wouldn't appreciate that, in all probability. She does touch the arm that looks uninjured, very lightly, just... to touch him.]