"It's Thursday," Stark said, keeping his voice calm because he did recognize that note in her voice. Of course he did. "You were a bird since Friday."

Which, Stark thought, felt like much longer and he was still very tempted to reach over and start clinging. Well, it would start as clinging but she was wearing only a blanket and who knew what might happen.

"I can get you food. Or make food. Or we could go get food. Whatever you like."