She seems to relax a little when he actually sits down, but her eyes don't move away from him until he actually tries it. She waits somewhat impatiently for his verdict, but the way that he drains the mug like a man dying of thirst is enough for her. Apparently it's still good enough to drink, and that's all she wanted; she finally pulls her plate of eggs closer.
"Don't get comfortable, we're still going to need you to bring down big game. Or at least, carry it back home after I bring it down, I just thought it would be easier if you weren't always starving." She gives a shy shrug as she starts to eat, her eyes falling to her plate as a little wave of satisfaction moves through her. If anybody told her that she could find a way to make herself useful in this situation, she might actually doubt them; he can hunt, he doesn't need to cook... based off of what she knows of last night, he doesn't even need to sleep. So, this - innovation - that can be where she proves her worth.
Her eyes flicker up to watch him as he cleans the corner of his mouth, but it's only until he calls her that again that she actually winces. "Natasha," she corrects, voice pained with a hint of amusement. "I'm a lot of things. Ma'am isn't one of them." She stops eating for a moment and reaches for her coffee, sipping it slowly before looking back at him after setting it down. "I thought that maybe we should talk if we're going to be living in the same space." Her eyes move from her mug and back to him, both curious and a little uncertain as to whether he'd be willing to stick around long enough for a chat.
"There's one bedroom but from what I've gathered so far you don't really sleep. We should still go into town together at some point to pick up more supplies, probably on Sunday morning. the majority of them will be in church which means less of a risk of being recognized because I'm sure my face is everywhere, if yours isn't as well." She sips her coffee slowly, holding her intense gaze on him. "I die if I get too cold and it's going to get colder. So if we can use the firewood sparingly, that would be great. When my skin gets pale I don't sparkle." She gives a teasing smirk around the rim of her mug. "Just decay, sadly."
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"Don't get comfortable, we're still going to need you to bring down big game. Or at least, carry it back home after I bring it down, I just thought it would be easier if you weren't always starving." She gives a shy shrug as she starts to eat, her eyes falling to her plate as a little wave of satisfaction moves through her. If anybody told her that she could find a way to make herself useful in this situation, she might actually doubt them; he can hunt, he doesn't need to cook... based off of what she knows of last night, he doesn't even need to sleep. So, this - innovation - that can be where she proves her worth.
Her eyes flicker up to watch him as he cleans the corner of his mouth, but it's only until he calls her that again that she actually winces. "Natasha," she corrects, voice pained with a hint of amusement. "I'm a lot of things. Ma'am isn't one of them." She stops eating for a moment and reaches for her coffee, sipping it slowly before looking back at him after setting it down. "I thought that maybe we should talk if we're going to be living in the same space." Her eyes move from her mug and back to him, both curious and a little uncertain as to whether he'd be willing to stick around long enough for a chat.
"There's one bedroom but from what I've gathered so far you don't really sleep. We should still go into town together at some point to pick up more supplies, probably on Sunday morning. the majority of them will be in church which means less of a risk of being recognized because I'm sure my face is everywhere, if yours isn't as well." She sips her coffee slowly, holding her intense gaze on him. "I die if I get too cold and it's going to get colder. So if we can use the firewood sparingly, that would be great. When my skin gets pale I don't sparkle." She gives a teasing smirk around the rim of her mug. "Just decay, sadly."