Nope, she would have gone regardless, if only because she has trouble staying still for long.

Yehudit glances up at Atem sheepishly at his comment, before ducking her head. The crown keeps slipping down her forehead so she has to push it back up, but doesn't have the heart to remove it yet. It's nice. This is nice. She likes having the companionship of another, even if it's someone she never would've expected to even see her, let alone cook food for her.

As she goes to grab the fish, her eyes dart up to Atem again.

"Don't you want some...?"

After all, he caught it for her. He must be hungry too, right?