She did not seem overly concerned, so he wondered if his first assumption had been correct, and his second one was wrong. Still, she had already done so much for him, and he did not want to make problems for her.
Not that Marian had ever hesitated in the past to tell him when he was putting her out. But he was not certain if her more relaxed attitude here would extend to her sacrificing for him; he did not wish her to do that.
"As long as there's no squirrel meat, I'll be fine with whatever you can spare," he smiled. As he said it, he felt a pang at the thought of his friends, wondering how they were doing. If he suddenly had gone missing, Much would be beside himself. And so soon after everything else...
There was nothing he could do about it, so he shoved the worry aside once more. Following her into the kitchen, he waited to see what she had.