They might have argued about what would have happened, but she was feeling more sanguine about it than he was. Either way, he wouldn't be worrying about what they were worrying about. She kept whispering the nonsense for a long time, letting him rest, until she felt her stomach start rumbling a little.

She kissed his forehead and started to work her way out of his arms. She didn't really want him to get up, she wanted to see him resting. "Just going to make food."