Yes, it was better to find humour in almost any situation and it was rather fitting that they both could do so right now. It meant that their predicament hasn't destroyed their spirits just yet. Kay cracked up even more at his jest about tea withdrawal, as well as his description of the ration bars. She put on a stuffy, snob-nosed, food critique voice, "Oh yes. Made from the finest ingredients for the most sophisticated of pallets." Laughter felt so good. It was a great aid when it came to healing too.
As the kettle finished heating, she poured the tea, offering Solan his cup first. She then cradled her own cup in her hands and closed her eyes as she sipped it. Kay refrained from telling him about the food she had found, wanting to spare it and keep it as a surprise after their work of removing and burying the bodies was finished, as well as for when Solan could see again. Then they could have a proper fire, weather permitting, and cook without him using his energy.
Kay opened her eyes as she thought ahead. So far so good. No danger other than the elements, no other forms of life nearby for the moment. That was a good thing for neither of them were prepared to defend themselves from enemies right now. Of course that led to a question, "How good are you at mechanics? I know some basics, but not enough to fix this ship by myself."