Brow furrowing slightly, she looks away from him to the thing he's slid toward her. Her eyes widen a little when she realizes that it's a list of food options. The sheer amount of them overwhelm her slightly, especially since she doesn't even really recognize much of anything on offer.

Someone comes over and sets down two cups of steaming, fragrant liquid. She doesn't know what it is, but she tugs her sleeves down so she can cup the mug in her bare hands. Blissful warmth travels up her arms and she sighs softly, taking a brief moment to close her eyes and enjoy the sensation.

When she opens them again, Ben is still sitting there stone-faced, and she isn't sure what it means. She could try to look into his head and find out, but she wouldn't do that to him now.

"Are you unhappy that I'm here?" She finally asks, lifting her chin a little when her voice cracks. It didn't feel that way when they were together in the bond, when he assured her that she was safe, but he's so quiet and the energy coming off of him makes her eyes sting.

She can't even for sure state she's pleased to have found him here, but she can't deny the pull that she feels towards him, whatever it means. There is one thing that she knows for sure. "I'm glad that I am not alone."