She leaned into the touch before snapping her fingers at her dog, who had gone to inspect the food. She'd gotten him trained so he slinked away. With a sigh she turned to Perseus. "No one can. I did this to myself. It's sweet you care though." She kissed his palm and smiled at him. Still better then to remember wasting away like she had to the memories of her other death.
"It'll pass. It always does. Just a bad day. They're just more common during winter." She never recalled when she'd chosen to die rather then to go to the hands of her greatest enemy, but winter always reminded her of those awful moments. "I'll be fine. Thank you for dinner."