She continued besides him in silence, not looking at him. She wasn't angry, she was just plain defeated. She gave a shrug, not sure how to reply. Finally, she gave a long sigh and turned her gaze to him, her eyes not looking at him so much as through. The exhaustion was etched across her face that bespoke of just being plain tired. "It doesn't matter," she said at last. Her hands kind of played with what the food was in, and she fidgeted. Her face was pinched with hunger as she hadn't eaten it yet, but she clearly needed more than bread in any case. She simply walked wherever he walked, even as they approached the inn in questsion.