Eliza raised an eyebrow, but before she could answer the man’s question, he was gone, running into the street. She shook her head, inspecting his uniform and carefully removing all of his medals, setting them aside, before getting a bucket of hot water and soap and starting to scrub the literal hell out of the cloth, which was desperately needed. She got the worst of the stains out before going to find a sewing kit with green thread.<br/><br/>She didn’t start work on repairing it, instead just hanging it up in the yard so it would dry first. She needed a moment to think about what she was doing with this man. The usual routine was that he left once he was taken care of, but she understood his desire to get to know people and, whether he voiced it or not, his desire to not be alone.<br/><br/>Henry left his post with a yawn, handing his rifle to the woman who was taking over for him. Hannah or something, he was sure. He noticed the new guy talking to Grace nearby, but he walked past them, half-stumbling toward his house, which was right beside Eliza’s. He didn’t make it to his bed, instead collapsing on his couch and passing out in moments, hoping to get at least some sleep to make up for his twelve hour watch shift.