[He can sense her doubt. Or, maybe not doubt. Cynicism. The need to keep her expectations low to temper any possible disappointment. It’s something he does himself, so it’s impossible for him to miss it in her, even if she smiles through it. You get let down enough and you just start to expect it. To brace yourself.

He wishes he could reassure her, but he honestly can’t blame her. He understands too well that it’s not something words can help with. He can’t do anything but continue on as he has been.

He huffs a rueful chuckle.]

Food poisoning isn’t something you need to worry about.

[He might not be an expert chef, but he is a doctor and understands the basics of food safety, at least.

He pauses, rubbing her back thoughtfully before speaking again.]

You know, if you ever need a place to hide in the future you’re always welcome to come to me.

[She's made a number of comments about hiding since he’s known her, and she seems to be carrying even more on her shoulders now than she did before. He knows her sense of responsibility won’t let her run away from it altogether, but if she ever needs a moment of respite…well, he’s good at hiding.]