[Her chin props up on her hands while she watches him eagerly, waiting for his verdict. His lack of expression at first is... a bit disheartening, truth be told, but she catches the way his brows raise, and then—

She presses a finger to her lips.]

It's a secret recipe.

[It really is simple—some mixture of herbs like basil and thyme to liven up the flavour. If he tried really hard, he could probably deconstruct the soup and figure out the ingredients, but she'll leave it at that, and she leans back in her chair and stretches, a pleased smile crossing her face.]

I'm glad you like it. Figured if you were going to be stuck resting for a while, you could use something healthy and homemade.

[Because if they don't have a soup ladle, she has little confidence that there's much in the way of healthy, hearty foods around this place.

She leans forward again, eyes inquisitively fixing on him while she motions gently to his arm.]

What happened anyway? Only heard the gist of it.