"You've spent a lot of time alone, haven't you?" She asked gently, already beginning to sort the food out, scooping a few globs into one of their small bowls and settling in to talk with him a bit more. She realized, after a few seconds of doing just that, that she had asked an invasive question, something that might not settle well-- and she feels a pang of guilt. "It must be a hard life being an adventurer. Not many could keep up with you, I'm sure." She hoped, at the least, it softened the blow a little bit. She didn't blame him for being alone, and it was clear in her delicate tone that she meant no harm, it was worried and affectionate more than anything, yet she still feels bad for mentioning it at all. She should have thought her words out better, but being around him just seemed to make her feel so much more comfortable than she realized.

She would need to keep an eye on her tongue, so to speak.

"I'm glad to keep you company, and cook, and whatever else you'll teach me." She followed up gently, trying to press that she was glad to keep him company and glad to help. She supposed part of what left her speaking so freely was the fact she didn't understand why he was alone. He seemed kind, if a little wild in some ways, venturing long and hard-- but still a man fit to have a companion. She didn't understand why he didn't have one. He was kind enough, brave and strong and--

She cut that thought down where it stood, flushing and spooning a bit of food into her mouth to keep her tongue from doing any more damage.