Her lips quirk into a smile as the fruit juice dribbles down his chin. If she didn't know him so well, she'd think it was cute.

She sits close by and and watches him for another moment to make sure he's all right. But then her stomach grumbles, and she doesn't bother delaying anymore. She takes a couple bites before handing it back. She has to fight the urge to clean some of the juice away.

"Maybe it's temporary, like the unconsciousness was," she suggested. "And even if it isn't, we'll get out of here and work something out."