He manages a weak smile, but if he knew what she was thinking -- well, mostly the cannibalistic part -- he wouldn't be able to manage even that. He wouldn't doubt that she could cut him into pieces for her dinner if she made up her mind to do so.

His smile grows more genuine the sight of the camp. "Thank goodness." It's a relief, even if just a small one. Water and a fire. They can make it for a few days that way, at least. Until help arrives.

"Thank you," he adds, a bit belatedly. He never would've known what to look for and would probably still be wandering aimlessly if not for her help.