"I know," she said, nodding. She didn't question that love or the fact that he wanted her to be happy. She didn't even question that he'd choose her over everything else. He'd been doing that for ten years, after all. He'd pushed aside his own feelings, his own wants, and put her above all of that. He loved her, of that she was now certain.
The question of food made her stomach churn a little, but she knew that she should probably at least try. "Maybe some tea first," she nodded, reluctantly slipping out of his lap. Anything to warm her insides again would be a step in the right direction. "I'll put the kettle on."