Amell was currently letting the food simmer to keep it warm and had changed over their laundry... Which honestly after running it through twice he thought might actually be salvageable to some degree... Maybe. When he heard the male call out though he blinked, but was soon walking down the hall and upon seeing the other standing he shook his head and motioned to the bed. "You shouldn't be up moving." He instructed, to he pointed to the male and then the bed for emphasis of his words. He didn't know what the other was asking for, but he at least wanted him to get back into the bed.<br/><br/>He then went and opened the sports drink and handed that to the other as well. "Drink, it will help." He added. He would have liked to offer the other something for pain too, but... Well, could he have human pain killers? "I am making food now, soup... It will be done soon. I will bring it for you." He tried to speak slowly to increase the chances of anything making sense through their language barrier that was still rather firmly in place.<br/><br/>Perhaps Amell should have been more concerned about a lot of things... Things like the other possibly not being human, something that seemed more and more plausible the longer Amell had thought about it. There was also the fact that he now had a stranger in his house, and one that had come to him with a bloodied sword... And there was a chance that whoever had attacked him might come after him too, or the police might if he had harmed someone else. All of that should have mattered but... Well, it could wait until he could make some sense of things, and right now it seemed like just calling the police on some inhuman creature would only cause more issues. It maybe wasn't the sane choice... But it probably wasn't the worst either.