She sensed the boy was scared, and hungry. Maybe a sixth sense had developed with this new-found animalness, but she was pretty sure she knew he was hungry by the fact his stomach was growling. "I'll get you more food," she said, "you only had to ask." she forced a weak smile - but it was difficult. She was too confused, too scared. "Oh, and by the way," she began, "I don't want to hurt you. I just thought you wouldn't survive out there alone. If you want to go home, I'll try and take you, if you can show me how to get there."
There, it was off her chest. Natasha knew that she would regret it when he asked to go home, the thought of being alone again was slightly scary. But it wasn't fair on the boy. She went into the kitchen again and prepared him some more sandwiches.