She doesn't stop him. In fact, she doesn't say anything immediately either. In some ways, she's changed. Grown softer around him, though she'd never admit to it aloud. In other ways, she feels as if she's just the same. The woman to regard him with utter composition and calm. Untouchable and touchable at the same time.

"Hm," she finally begins as she looks down to his catch. "Depends on how much you want to eat. Anything we do not have tonight, I can dry. It will save for some days, I think."