"I was waiting for you."

Well, here comes the conundrum. How do you treat a female comrade-in-arms without breaking social boundaries? He wants to express that he's going to support her if she needs him, but at the same time he doesn't want her to get the wrong idea, especially because he's married and he's noticed that polygamy is frowned on here.

So after a few seconds of false starts for conversation, he just presents the package to her.

"I heard. So I made you some proper nourishment. It's better than the rubbish that people call food here; it'll help you get your strength back."

His voice is assertive but subdued, gruff and loud yet reserved and polite, a mixture of all the feelings and struggles he's having when he went over to see her. But most importantly, he just means her well, so he pushes the pot of rice porridge that he made into her hands. There's some shredded meat there that looks like chicken, and even some vegetables. Heck, there's even ginger inside. Don't ask how he managed to find those rare ingredients; he had a lot of threatening and demanding to do at the market place.