Justine followed Thomas over to the food, as close to him as she could be without physical contact. She didn't bother trying to stand, instead dropping herself heavily into one of the chairs at the table. It had been a long, hard journey from the near-coma of that first day, to being mobile on her own, and it was still hard for her to stay strong too long, especially as hungry as she was.
She watched him take a piece of the bread, reaching out to mimic him. The food stopped halfway to her mouth when he spoke, a look of shock blending down into resolve on her features. "Don't, Thomas. I'm too tired to run. I-" She looked up at him, meeting his eyes for just a second before looking down, saddened. "We can't do this. She'll find us, and kill us both for it. I have to go back," She pulled at the chunk of bread in her hands, breaking pieces off without actually eating any of them.