She smiles, stepping away from the fire. "Okay, good!"

And for all intents and purposes, that is what she intends to do. Maybe she is projecting something, imagining it, as she passes by him on the way to the hallway where her room is. She feels that he is gnawed at by something, that he remains affected by whatever he saw, and she pauses in her step.

She turns at the last moment, and reaches out to touch his shoulder gently. If he doesn't shrug her off, or growl again, she will turn that into a hug.

Possibly even if he does growl.