Marina knew that Oliver got restless. It was in his nature to want to protect, and when there weren't threats, he worried about the ones that might come. Too much silence gave him too much time to think. Which was why she made a point to drag him out of those moods when she could. Such as now, with lunch.
"No horses, I'm afraid," she said. "But we do have leftover tahdig from last night. Come join me in the breakroom. I'll heat it up." Moving away from him with one last quick kiss, she made her way to the small break room they had set up. She took out the tupperware dish from the fridge, along with a bag of blood. She heated both up, transferring the blood to her hydroflask and portioning the food onto two plates, the much larger portion going to Oliver.
"And how are you today, iubițel?" she asked once they were settled, taking a sip from the hydroflask.