Kyle didn't respond. He just gazed at the picture he made, thinking of his past. The food now cooked, he began to eat, carefully chewing with his mouth closed. Most soldiers didn't have any kind of table manners to speak of, but his mother had insisted on him learning etiquette when he was young.
She ate in silence too, sitting down yet the arrow still sat at the string. He wasn't armed, and not a threat as such at this very moment, but she had to keep safe, even if it was for them and not for herself anymore.
Her thoughts drifiting towards a new place to move to, she waited.
Kyle finished eating, feeling tremendously satisfied and rested. It had been a long time since he had eaten so well. He could feel the stress and anxiety of the day washing away. It'd also become easier to keep the voice at bay, since he was in a more relaxed state now.
"Thank you for the meal." He said softly. He meant it. It had been a long time since anyone had been so kind to him.
Dionne shrugged her shoulders in silence. Her mind shadowed by the thought of trying to find another safe place. It took a fer moments for her to reply with a short "Don't mention it".
Kyle stood up to leave. He felt unsure of what to do next. He didn't feel right, somehow, just leaving her, after what she had done for him. But, at the same time, she didn't seem to expect anything from him in return. His mother had always made a point of stressing the skill of being able to accept charity gracefully, which is something he struggled with.
"I...suppose I'll be going, now." He said, awkwardly. "Goodbye, and thank you again for your help."