Mari waited patiently for Dumas to decide whether or not he would allow her to fix him something to eat. Her expression was the usual sweet and calm one as she hoped he would let her do something to make her feel better about disrupting his life in such an inconvenient way. The girl bit her lip, trying not to laugh when she heard the rumbling, and shook her head when Dumas finally admitted he was hungry.<br/><br/>"Great. Let me feed you, then".<br/><br/>Mari didn't need help to get up, but she still accepted the hand Dumas offered her. She could feel that it would take some adjustment for both of them, as it came to opening themselves up to being helped. When Dumas talked about his nightmares, there was only compassion and understanding on Mari's expression. "Oh, honey", she started, softly. "It's okay. I understand. Don't worry. You won't bother me, I'm sure. And I'll be sure to keep my distance".<br/><br/>She gave a gentle squeeze on the hand she still held before releasing it. "Thanks for trusting me, Dum. I swear, I'm not... hiding anything, not on purpose. I... whatever I can tell you, whatever I know, I'll tell you. Now come on. Gotta put some food in this rumbling stomach of yours."