"Okay..." he's clearly uncertain, but he also knows nothing about pets in general. A part of him wants to ask for more information, but it isn't as if he really knows that what she's saying is unusual.

When she declines further soup, Spirit nods, slowly. "That's fine. Even the little bit is good for you, you know?"

The mug is placed aside, and he fusses over the blankets. "Are you warm enough? I can sit here for a while if you'd like company. I do know how to sit quietly, if that's what you'd prefer."