Eliza had barely turned around when she was suddenly being hugged by the near-stranger, who coincidentally smelled<i>really</i>bad. “Yea, go ahead. No offense, but you really need it.” She said, waving him away. She only had the one working bathroom in her house, so she’d have to wait until he was clean before she could take a shower herself, but she was in no hurry.<br/><br/>Instead, she unlocked one of her cabinets and pulled out an old bottle of whiskey, inspecting it. “That’ll do.” She muttered, grabbing two glasses and pouring a generous portion in each. She almost spilled a few of the precious drops when a loud shout was heard from upstairs, and she was about to run and check on him before she realized that the poor man probably hadn’t showered in months, based on the stink. It was a life changing experience, she knew that well.<br/><br/>She shook her head, digging through her cabinets to find something for him to eat. They had kitchens and farms in town, but she always kept a good stockpile for herself, and she figured Ethan would need more to eat than the usual ration. She grabbed a few chunks of venison, which had been caught fresh the day before, and a pan, seasoning both generously before starting to cook, which was something she was half-decent at. Certainly not good enough to feed the town, but enough for herself and a guest. Within minutes, the house was filled with the smell of cooking meat.