"Much," Arabella said, looking at the man and thinking about how it would be good to eat, and not about how the man's fingers had brushed against her skin. How it had been nice to be touched, because in her world of books and muggle stuffs and cats, the most physical affection she could expect was when her cats tried to claim her as their personal object by rubbing their faces against her skin or legs. "I'd like that, thank you," she said, accepting the food and taking a few bites.
Energy came back to her, and she felt braver. Ready to move, to stand and to walk around the place. Perhaps even to try and go home. Was that even possible? "I think I'd like to go home now," she said, her voice questioning and confused. "Or yours, if it's nearer- I just. I'm curious to know if we can go inside and actually have the world upright."