She set the knife down, not looking at him for a moment. "I know you don't hide it from me. You haven't hidden that much from me since this began, I guess... I'm just waiting for everything to backfire." She looked up at him, studying his face a moment. "And it still feels weird to have someone care about me for me, not what I can do."

"Oh, with how it's been so far, I'm sure you might have to drag me back to the city. I might be too relaxed." She crossed to his side kissing his cheek before she went to see if she could find the pot she wanted without help. It would make sense to have it near the stove right?