Hideaway Strath Blackbird singing in the dead of night

Her eyes widened again at his laugh before falling to her feet. She wondered why her shyness and ineptitude regarding his implication was so funny to him. Hurt bloomed, unwanted, in her chest. It was stupid to be hurt by something so small, but she was, unfortunately, incredibly sensitive, especially, it seemed, when it came to Rye, and specifically when that was the subject of conversation. If only she was privy to his thoughts, she might feel differently, but she wasn't and all she had to go on was what she saw. She quietly observed the cache as he told her about it, trying to pay attention and forget about her embarrassing moment of insecurity. Intellectually, she knew he hadn't meant it that way, but it was hard to convince her stupid brain of that. 

He announced the end of the tour, and she offered him a small smile. She was about to thank him again, but then he asked her a question. She shook her head. Um, no. I didn't feel right taking food before I could contribute something in return, she explained.