Sabriel half-smiles before he looks up, which spreads to a full one when he does. When everyone else is gone, she can count that Salvatore will be here.

"It's likely closer to morning, now," she says, with a quieter smile. She arranges her arms and the contents she carries, holding out what she's got for him to see. It's mainly fruit, bread, what won't last. "It is. Nothing fancy or special, but..." She glances down at her hands and then to him, making an indication to take what he wants. An offering.