She nods somberly, eyes coming to rest on his side, where she can already see a burnt chocolate red stain swelling on the cotton covering his belly.

'Mary, Mother of God...!'

She blinks hard and refocuses on his eyes. "And you're... You're doing okay? Everything is... Everything's... I didn't hurt you...?"

She's gesturing in a way that's indicative of their earlier embrace.

Her features darken just slightly at his final statement. Her eyes quickly skate surreptitiously to the styrofoam mug of coffee with whiskey in, before dropping to the ground again.

"You're still too skinny."

She pours the rest of the grain into the last feed trough, and carries the empty bucket back to where it belongs.