It takes a couple tries before Meredith gets it to catch, prodding at logs and paper with the poker to get the flame to spread. For a moment, as he heads away, she regrets saying something so simple, so unnecessary and non-confrontational. If he would just yell, if he'd be angry, she could deal with that, but she's never sure how to handle this, not sure she can pull off supportive when she wants to start yelling herself. Instead she waits, tending the fire, giving him a few minutes to finish up and come out on his own.