Disgust as a visceral response to an unusual method of consuming food. He's changing her world view, one day at a time.

She turns to the fire and takes a moment to negotiate how to lay the spit across the flames, and ends up seated on one hip, her muddy feet tucked up beneath her skirts.

She's staring into the fire when she speaks. "I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable. That wasn't my intent. I mean... If we can't be ourselves when we're together, then what hope do we have?"