It wasn't that Jeremiah had wounded her, she just felt...like the rug had been pulled out from underneath her. It was just so awe inspiring that Jeremiah had not been with another, of any sort, until he could make it back to her. His first, his only, his last...it was pretty amazing.
"No, you weren't a fool," she smiled at him, her eyes searching his. "I've had my family, I haven't been too alone and you needed to do what you needed to do. I understand, I just wasn't expecting an admittance like that," she smiled, and then laughed. "Don't you now how long it's been since I've been surprised by anyone or anything? Only you, my Jeremiah. Only you," she shook her head. "As for the food playing, well, I look forward to whatever that mind of yours can concoct."
She returned his kiss and smiled softly as he pulled back, her hand caressing his cheek. "Good thing you aren't going to go storming about. Fighting with you isn't something I'm prepared to do right now," she murmured. Urging him to his feet, she stood herself and then turned him, pushing him to sit in her seat and then she taking place in his lap, curling her small frame against his chest. "Plus, you won't get away from me so easily. I won't let you go so easily," she murmured.