She was glad to see him be able to shift without a problem. With him in his human form, she could worth a little less. A faint smile touched her lips then, gaze moving to the snow underneath her. With her head down, she didn't notice him laying his own gaze on the bloodied rags. Not until he said something.<br/><br/>Looking up, she said, "You bled a lot. I had to tear up quite a few shirts just to keep it covered. I meant to get rid of the rags, but I...." ...didn't want to leave you. Was what she wanted to say, but she couldn't bring herself to. In her mind it sounded too...too mushy instead of being concerned for his well being. Either way, when he handed her a couple of the silver pouches, the thought disappeared, another taking its place. How good could food in a pouch be?<br/><br/>Not very, as she found out. She was so hungry that she just dove in without much thought. But as she slowed down, actually tasted what she was mindlessly shoving in her face, she found it wasn't the best but that it wasn't completely horrible either. The texture was a little off in some bites, the flavor a little wonky, but she ate every last bite of one pouch.<br/><br/>Just as she started to open the second, Warren's voice complimenting her shelter made her look up. A faint blush touched her cheek for some reason. "Thank you. My dad and I used to build these kinds of things whenever it snowed. I thought it was just for fun but I guess he wanted me to know how to build these kinds of things in case I really had to..."