Dimitri ran his fingers down her cheek, "nothing" he offered; he noticed everything that was off abotu her- but knew well enoguh to not bring them up; the last time she'd looked so ill was when he'd left her in the cathedral at Saint Vladmirs, after he had turned Strigoi and she'd pretty much sacraficed herself to save him- only to survive and have her heart broken. He took one of her sandwiches- "What woudl you like for Christmas?" He asked casually, changing the subject to a hopefully more light conversation.