“I doubt you'll say that after too much longer here. It's one of the few things I know how to cook halfway decent,” Eivind spoke as he started in on his hefty portion as well. Anything any more complicated, and it was usually an utter failure. Luckily for him, not all of his meals took so much prep, but human diets were different. They liked things cooked and varied. Eivind was the sort of man who could eat the same thing every day and be perfectly content.<br/><br/>“They might be,” Eivind said with a shrug. Obviously he wasn't fretting over it that much. It couldn't be helped. Blue was his, and he cared very little other people's opinions on the matter, even if they were pack. He could not compromise.<br/><br/>“I'll talk to them at some point, but right now I'm tired and I don't want to be bothered.” No telling how that conversation was going to go, or how his and Sieger's opinion would differ. After that, Eivind was more focused on his plate than conversation, and he actually finished everything he'd piled on. Werewolves had higher caloric needs than the average human, but still, Blue had plenty of making up to do. He just didn't take into consideration that the sudden and heavy unsought of food on the fragile human system might make him sick, and so he didn't try to limit him. Starving and healthy wolves alike had been known to gorge themselves, and Eivind was rather uneducated about the human body. Blue was the only one surrounded by an entire pack of colonized werewolves. Eivind still couldn't believe that his mate was human, nor did he understand the purpose for it. He knew that some packs integrated, but they were far, too far to just take off and bother for answered.<br/><br/>“If you think you can make it up the stairs we can get you into the shower,” Eivind suggested, wondering if Blue was even up for it. Eivind was of a mind for another nap after eating so much, but it could wait.<br/><br/>“There's a real bed upstairs. Probably more comfortable than this couch,” he put in, stepping up to gather the plates to deposit in the sink. He came around to the side table where the pill bottle was sitting, reading the label.<br/><br/>“Do you think you're ready for another pain pill?” Eivind questioned, unsure where his level was after Alaric removed all the haphazard stitching. He brought the trash can over, to throw away some of the soiled gauze, and he looked at the material that had been used. It was a translucent green color, and Eivind's brows furrowed. He was familiar enough with the look and feel of it to take a guess.<br/><br/>“Is this fishing line?” he questioned with another look at irritation. Though he was looking at Blue, it wasn't directed at him. It was a wonder Blue had survived this ordeal at all. Eivind couldn't wrap his head around it.<i>Four or five weeks</i>? It seemed hard to believe for anyone, though it had been close. Too much longer and he likely wouldn't have made it. Most likely not through that infection.<br/><br/>Alaric had taken another bottle out of the bag, to set it beside the clean towels before he'd left. He'd handwritten directions on the sticker underneath the printed word 'cephalexin'.<br/><br/>“You'll have to take this twice a day for the next ten days with food. It's an antibiotic, I'm assuming,” he went on before refilling his glass of water so that he could take the medications. He was determined to put this one into Blue's hand rather than bringing the pill to his lips, having learned his lesson from earlier.