That flash of memory only reaffirmed her desire to help him as she stood up straighter and continued to the kitchens. Whether or not she solved the mystery, she could, at the very least, help heal whatever mental wound caused those dead eyes. Even if it was one menial task at a time, like going to the kitchen, picking up today's menu, and placing it in Neil's suite for his perusal whenever he woke up. She could also get some light cleaning done as he slept, depending on how rough and tumble the room was after their night-time drinking excursion.