Saying so wouldn't be good enough, and she understood his distrust of her enough not to take offence to the accusation. Although the wording stung, it only showed across her face for the briefest of seconds as she recovered with a completely blank expression in compensation. She had to remind herself this wasn't about her at the moment, that she had no right to feel hurt- not ever, and especially not in front of him.
Instead of saying anything to convince him otherwise, Mabelle took the spoon from the bowl and ate a single bite in demonstration of its safety. It wasn't too heavily seasoned and the temperature was still acceptably warm, and it might have been too heavy for her tastes if she hadn't been hungry as well. But she could worry about that later.
"I'll leave when I'm certain you're fine," she informed him, staring at him scrutinizingly and without pity. "And you're not fine," she stated rather decidedly, not interested in hearing any claims otherwise.