She ate slowly now, chewing thoughtfully. Her belly no longer gnawed at her spine, it felt like. Her eyes finally lifted when he didn't say anything, watching him for a moment between bites. When asked about how long she had been alone, she said, "Honestly, I have lost count of the days..." She had to think about it, really. Things had been such a blur from the moment she'd learned about the fire. She set her bread down, her mouth suddenly dry. Pippa looked down and took in a trembling breath, "It happened so suddenly that everything has been a haze." She was looking through him by that point. Tears soon dribbled unchecked down her cheeks. Then she shook her head and jerked a hand over her face to mop up the saline like it had no business shedding in the first place. It was clear that she hadn't quite let herself grieve as of yet, that it was still fresh enough for her nerves to be raw. She'd gone into autopilot.