Sarah knows they're supposed to be cuddling for warmth and all, but she really wishes that Helena had something else to wear besides the wedding dress from hell. It stinks, a mixture of sweat and wet coins. Then again, Sarah figures her own clothes are pretty nasty, too.

"Thanks." She lets Helena feel her forehead, figuring that resistance is futile anyway, and reaches out to accept the soup. It's weird, innit. The last time Helena offered her food, she rejected it on the grounds that it was gross-looking (and -smelling). Well... beggars can't be choosers, right? She takes a hesitant sip.