She doesn't have to share with him, he didn't come for the food. She doesn't know him really, except for his name, and that he happened to stop by wondering what she was doing at all to begin with. But she's — giving him a bowl. How about that.

And not just giving him a bowl, there's a whole thing about this, the way she uses these abilities, this kind of...magic, or gifts as she calls them, to dole it out.

He appreciates the brief smile for what it is, that she's not just putting on a show for him. Well, kind of, with this whole display, but it's not fake or false, he gets that. He doesn't want niceties for the sake of them. With the spoon, for now, he just stirs the broth around, glancing at her, a little nod to acknowledge that she's given him food when she wasn't obligated to.

"So what are you, exactly? Just — some kind of magic?"

He realizes there's more to her and her "gifts" than that, but this is...very new to him, so his frame of reference is blunt and simplistic.