He eyes the biscuits, but realizes he'd actually like to watch her eat while he has the chance and wait for the leftovers. It's nice to be around someone who doesn't subscribe to all that fussy self-consciousness about eating in front of other people.

When she speaks again, his smile tilts a bit, and it's not unlike the look he'd given her that afternoon when he'd wished her happiness and truly meant it. And there is a part of this he both wants to spare her and is strangely hesitant about letting her see--the parts of the ordeal at Sherrinford she doesn't know and that will likely haunt him the rest of his life.

But that's not the part that's most important today. He's not a soldier here.

"I have a sister." It still sounds weird when he says it. "She's a year older than I am. And I didn't remember her till I saw her again."