He's not good company, but she doesn't need him to be. She won't ask him again. If he wants her to go, he can ask her to go.

Now though, she nods. She leans forward to rest her elbows on her knees for a moment, watching him.

"It's okay," she promises again. "But I'm going to go to the kitchen to find something for you to eat. I'll come straight back here."

She waits only long enough to see that it's registered, before she's pushing to her feet to do exactly what she said she was going to do. He doesn't need to make any more decisions right now.