She smiles weakly at the offering, appreciative, and takes it to dab at her eyes. She hopes he can forgive her hypocrisy: All her nudging and nagging for him to accept himself, and she can't even accept her own fears in his presence. Were it Darin, perhaps...

"Right..." Inventory. "I, I actually had a thought about that a day or two ago...in, in perhaps making it easier to keep everything. If it's possible to modify the room to store them better. Some of Darin's reinforcements held for a good time, didn't they? So, perhaps..."