Seeing him focus on the fire, or at the very least concentrating very deeply on something, she resigned to cooking for him what she planned on making for herself. When his mind comes back to earth, he’ll have a delicious breakfast there to greet it. She smirked and shook her head as she disappeared into the kitchen to finish up the last of her duties for the tavern and its current denizens.<br/><br/>Denizens...multiple. As she was cooking the chicken’s eggs and meat of pig, a stray thought wound its way into her mind. There was somebody else staying here besides Nathan and herself. She managed to remember a small bit of helping Nathan with bringing in the hulking man from before. “Damn alcohol.” She cursed her blackout for not remembering.<br/><br/>As soon as she had finished cooking, three servings of which this time, she briskly walked out of the kitchen with all three plates in hand. She placed two of the plates on the table where Nathan sat and quickly carried the third one upstairs to where Erebus rested. She knocked quietly on the door, unsure if he was still there, or if he was even alive. She remembered him looking bent out of shape when they carried him inside, but she could only wonder if he got better at all. She knocked a little louder this time and waited.<br/><br/>(<a class="username" data-user-id="610" data-username="@wretchedmani" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/610/">@wretchedmani</a>will he still be there?)