I'm used to taking in strays, you know. I could come over and give you a hand if you need it. Besides, I don't know how much food they'll be able to stomach, frankly. Not after being out here for so long.

[...Or even if he'll want food.]

The dog will probably take something in a bowl and I doubt he'll be picky. You can offer the man some bread and cheese and perhaps some water...but he insisted he was able to care for himself. He did not take my offer for healing. Either he's dying and he knows it or... [Something else. She doesn't know. Perhaps he is undead or merely a spirit.]