He nodded, returning to the pot and mixing it. "Of course," he replied. He began chopping something up before sliding it into the soup. "Why wouldn't I?"
"I don't know," she said tiredly, resting her head on the arm of the sofa as she watched him. "But I appreciate it."
Her brow was furrowed and she seemed tense, her shoulders tight. She sighed and closed her eyes, resting her forehead on her folded arms.