"They give you money here," Lila points out, looking back at him. "I have a few things."

She can't cook to save her life, so there isn't anything elaborate, but after she found the market she bought enough to live on. It's nice, not having to steal food. Or having to depend on Lenos' cooking.

Lila just looks at him a good long moment. "If you insist," she says, and stays seated for now. Her lower lip is throbbing dully, she pokes at it experimentally and winces. She touches her face for any other wounds. She's probably bruised. She can feel the caked blood below her nose and picks up the wet cloth Kell had brought her, scrubbing away the blood, dirt, and sweat with it.