"Keep the soup, and keep the bed." His voice was firm. "I don't sleep well on a mattress anyway. I'm serious--if I catch you trying to curl up on barren floorboards I'm going to tie you to the bed and make sure you don't get up." The threat wasn't serious, and he looked over to wink at her. "Really, though, stay put. I don't want you getting sick. That's a concern neither of us want on top of everything else. Sleep, and then tomorrow we can find you somewhere more permanent." He turned back to the disassembled weapons and began to piece them together, his movements quick and efficient as he slid each component firmly into position.