[ It's a relief that he's drinking and eating, and a soft sigh leaves her as some of the tension drops from her shoulders. And she'll let him keep that hat on for now, the last thing she wants is him to overheat next.

But then she blinks as he speaks; the slight incline of her head showing that she is listening. That... does make sense, to be confined like that and then having to adjust to all this freedom again. It's not a case of just knowing what to do immediately.

For a moment, she's not really sure what to say. Her only concern was to make sure he's okay, whether that means helping him through his demon rearing its ugly head or making sure he does have something to eat. There was no desire for thanks or acknowledgment. ]

I'm glad that I've been able to help. And I'll keep helping, no matter how dangerous it might get. [ There was no way she was going to stop, not now. ]

So whenever you do need help or advice with anything at all, I'll do my best.