He'd expected her to run. He was impressed she'd stayed, then wondered how long she could pretend she was alright with this. He remained as they cleaned up the body and handed his priest the heart. It'd be used for next months supply.
He wished he didn't have to ration, but it kept people distant. When the warriors retreated to make sure the body would be served as a warning he glanced back to Mary. He purposefully didn't go to change. She had to see him as he was, not the mask he wore.
Then he rose and walked to her. He extended his hand. "This is who I am, blood and all. I won't wear masks Mary."