She nods once, and she's holding his hand tightly - not so tight it would hurt, but tight enough that it's clear she means it. She knows what would have happened if he hadn't - she's been thinking about it for the last god knows how many hours she's been in the hospital.

"You have to get out soon, okay? I don't think they'd approve of me bringing you things, because of how much butter I use." That's acting like she's going to be in a kitchen soon, which she hasn't even thought about.