"No one does, kid. No one does." He's tempted to fix something to eat, but he's not sure he wants to do that with her on his shoulder--when you favor cooking on a small campfire charcoal grill like he is, and when you've got a bad history of things literally blowing up in your face when you do that, well...he'd rather be safe. He'll find a nice, peaceful tree somewhere and sit with his back to it, letting her take in some peace there.