She lifted her head from the tablet in her hands, smiling to see that Nick appeared refreshed and in seemingly better spirits. The smile on her face broadened as he moved over to her and wrapped his arms around her. “It was no trouble. It’s the least I could do given all you’ve done for me today.” She said, rubbing his arm gently and soothingly for as long as he embraced her. Ava set the tablet down on the coffee table and pushed herself up to move to the kitchen. “Roasted chicken with lemon and rosemary butter and mashed potatoes. It should be ready in about fifteen minutes or so,” she informed him, peering inside the oven to see how it was coming along. When she looked back to the living room, she could see that the commander was pulling up his news and debriefings as he usually did. After a day away from the compound, he likely had some catching up to do and she content to allow him to do so for the remainder of the time it took for dinner to be ready. When it was, she plated the food— obviously giving him the lion’s share of the portion.<br/><br/>“Dinner is ready,” she announced as she set the plates down, one in her place and one in his usual spot. Ava moved back to the kitchen where she retrieved the salt and pepper and extra butter in case either of them wanted it. She poured them both a glass of water and left the pitcher on the table. When the table was set, she sat down, waiting for him to join her. “We should really talk about the recruits. I know I’m supposed to help train, but I’d like to know what you expect of me in that regard.” She didn’t know if it would be the same training she received her first day, or if he had some other rigorous activity in mind.