Justine watches him nod and looks around once more. She can feel tears in her eyes and she's going to try so hard not to cry. But it's so nice. No one's ever done this for her before and she's struggling to process such a kindness.

"It's.. it's lovely." she breathes.

Letting him guide her forwards, she feels a smile across her face. She still can't believe it. And even once she's sat down, curled up on the floor, she's still very much speechless.

"I don't.. where do I even start.." she says, "There's.. so much."

Tea. That's usually her best bet. It's the easiest thing to keep down before she dares venture for food. She sets about pouring herself some.

"It's a shame you don't.." she gestures to the food. "Would you like me... I could pour you some tea... it seems... polite."

She knows he won't drink it and she's fine with that. But it's the manners that're ingrained into her mind. She can't shake those off, no matter how long she stays away from her family.