Wesley notices the rubbing of her arm. She insisted she needed no medical care, and he's uncertain what he could offer even if she were receptive, but it's obviously bothering her more than she's letting on.

But he forces himself not to be distracted by it. Best to let it go.

"I actually suspect that our captor is fully aware of how..."

Hideously revolting.

"...unappetizing. How unappetizing the meals are."

He sighs.

"I assume it's to promote cooperation. If every slightest creature comfort must be earned, she can keep us quite submissive indeed."