She kicks off her shoes, and an odd relaxation comes over her. She spent most of her life being unable to afford shoes, and walking around without them just feels more natural to her. "The meat could use a little more time to smoke."

In reality, she's just putting off preparing food so she can cuddle (and fine, that's the accurate word) with him until he doesn't need her to anymore. She leads him to the couch (not squishy like many Capitolite couches, but firm and supportive, nicer than whatever furniture she used to have) and sits down with her back against the armrest. He can just hold onto her arm if he likes, but she won't object to him resting his head on her body or otherwise getting closer.

She usually deeply dislikes closeness like this, but she trusts him, and that makes a huge difference for her. Instead of making her skin crawl, this makes her feel calmer and comforted in the wake of the pain of losing a dead man all over again.