Neil extended the first fish to her, waiting patiently until she took it. As much as he felt she owed him, and as non-traditional as he tended to be, he was an old fashioned gentleman when it came to women. Particularly ones he was interested in. It was just lucky for the both of them that he had the dexterity to fish. Neil was a city dweller, unused to surviving in wilderness beyond a few tricks he had learned traveling from place to place. He was more comfortable stealing the necklace off someone's neck than the meal out of a bear's den, but at least he could make this little dwelling survivable.

"Aw, you noticed." He said jokingly. It seemed mean spirited, but his smile grew warm. He put another bundle of sticks into the flame, blowing on it gingerly. "You can make it up to me when you're well, and this time you can buy [i]me[/i] dinner."

Once the fish were cooked, Calliope bit into the fish hungrily, but weakly. It was strange seeing her like this. He supposed a lot of people with dead friends, lovers, or relatives would have given their life savings to find her in a state like this. Noticing her lovely legs and bare shoulders, Neil could relate, though under different circumstances than in a dirt hole.

He bit into his fish, the meat stringy and a bit coarse, but Neil hadn't eaten in a day, it felt. The earthy scent of the hollow was strong, but his hungry body was now overwhelmed with the scent of cooked fish instead. The two ate in silence, too busy consuming their food to quip or discuss anything for the moment, When they needed to, they grabbed snow to drink. Neil reached over and felt Calliope's head, which caused her to flinch, but after the unexpected movement, she didn't pull away. He wondered if he would still have that hand attached if she could do what she was normally capable of. 

"You did have a bigger fever for a few hours, but it seems like it's weakening," he commented. 

"Not fast enough," she replied, feeling the subtleties and exhaustion from her magical battle. Neil barely knew medicine, much less magic. She seemed annoyed at the topic, and so he decided to change it. She huddled closer to the fire, warming her hands and face. 

"By the way, promise you won't get excited," Neil started slowly, watching her gaze move up to meet his. "Two things. One, I don't know where we are, but while I was out, I did see a town a few miles away. Once we get warm enough we can try to get there. But two, and more importantly to you probably..." 

Neil pulled the grimoire he retrieved out of his shirt, giving a sly smile.