She still looked at him skeptically, and then glanced to the hearth as she adjusted her clothing, which was a surprising fit, but the man still had broader shoulders than her, so one side kept slipping down her shoulder, and of course it was the side with the gnarled series of scars.
"Yes, I'm famished. A good meal and drink would be suitable." And she gave a thankful nod in his direction, though it was a bit rigid as her eyes never once left him.