There's a long moment where her closed-eye gaze just seems to observe Tenten, carefully, instead of moving to accept the bowl.

Then, in a shift of white on white on white, she unknots herself from her huddled posture and scoots closer to the proffered bowl. Close enough to grab it, if she feels like it, which she evidently doesn't, given that she makes no move to do so, yet.

Another appraising look-without-looking, then a light snort. "... ninja. Hm."

Finally, she lifts one hand - raising one pale finger and passing it, raised, past her own unopened gaze before gently, daintily resting it against the surface of the soup. The broth barely ripples, but ripple it does, then again. Then she removes her finger, holds it up in front of her.

White makes an affirmative noise, then lowers her hand - to take the bowl, gratefully now, though not too gratefully, given she cradles it close like she expects to have to fight - well, someone, who isn't here, and isn't coming - off from trying to also share in the food. Tenten can see the sagging of her shoulders, both from released tension and ... nostalgic disappointment?! ... that settles around her when she realizes her own reflexive gesture was for nothing.

A white mouth twists in a self-recriminatory frown. Then she remembers she ought to speak, and offers, awkwardly: "... ninja poison. And you're only human."

The way she says that, it almost sounds like an insult. ... but a pitying one, nonetheless.