Somewhere between her second apology and Savage suddenly standing in front of her again, his hand on hers, Mac had started feeling a bit lightheaded and her face paled significantly. Had she remembered to eat that day? She honestly couldn't remember.
Since gaining movement back in her arm, Mac had tried to keep up as much physical appearances as she possibly could. Unlike when her ribs were broken, Mac could do some heavy lifting, at least with her good arm, so instead of her work being cut back dramatically, she only cut it back about 10 percent most days.
Mac really didn't know what was going on and at the moment she couldn't even begin to hypothesize the whole thing. One, she had never apologized to anyone ever, except for maybe Saga, and that would have been behind closed doors. Two, Savage had never shown any real care for anyone except the red-head he rescued. So all of what was going on was very new and unsettling ground for her.
She looked at her hands again as she started taking steps towards the building she had left earlier. The blood was gone, thankfully, and Mac started regaining a little sanity, dropping her hands and fixing the confused look on her face.
As if on cue, Mac's stomach audibly grumbled at her. Finding an out to the awkwardness, and really not wanting to actually ask what was going on, Mac simply stated, "I think I'd better head to the kitchen. All I have stashed in my room is chocolate."