She took the salt with a smile of thanks. That's what it had been missing, but she hadn't been able to put her finger on it. Setting it aside, she took a bite. Much better. After a few silent bites, she looked at him, studying his arms and his side. Already they looked better; still gaping wounds but a little better than they had an hour ago.<br/><br/>Looking down at her plate, she pushed a piece of chicken around and said, "You didn't have to take those from me," she said softly. "Thank you for it, but...I'm sure I would have been okay."