"I will not have you do that," he says firmly (yet teasing) as he lifts her hand briefly to his lips, kissing her knuckles. "Eat a bit more, and I will ensure the fire will last."

And then he rises from the chair, leaving her to do just that - add a small amount of fuel to the coals. He also takes a moment to prepare a fresh rag and basin of water, should she wish to wipe the dust from the road and the day from her skin, setting it on the far side of the table. And he busies himself with the bed, making sure it is tidy and ready for them to sleep.

(He fully intends on both of them simply sleeping, also. She is exhausted, and he is simply tired from the day.)

Once he's satisfied, he returns to the table - to finish off his beer.