<span style="font-style: italic">Ew, ew, ew,</span>came a repetitive thought, cautiously taking the meat from its packaging and putting it on the stove. And then came the smell of cooking meat and her face was turning green. Something about making meat dishes now, after seeing the carcasses from their hunts, had her more grossed out than she used to be; After all, it wasn’t that long ago that she and her mother would make the meals for their father.<br/><br/>To keep from getting sick, she started cleaning up the mess they’d made over their week. Broken furniture was broken down more and piled up, wood in one pile and other bits and bobs in another. She’d even started bringing it out neatly before having to go back to his breakfast and tend to it properly.<br/><br/>But, low and behold something else pulled her attention and kept her from getting sick. In fact, it was the exact opposite of sick. Eilidh caught his scent before he’d reached her, instinctively dropping her head forward while leaning into him. His growl, the nip and the kisses were met with a low, sultry sort of laugh before she nudged him away so she could turn and properly get a good look at him. “You know, if I didn’t know you any better...I’d say you weren’t hungry for the breakfast I’m preparing you…” she teased, sidestepping him and wandering into what used to be a living room to get the blanket sorted. “...And, as much as that idea sounds...incredibly enticing, you’ll eat what I gave you, and you’ll like it...or else. Besides...I think I’m a bit too sore for that; a sign that it was done right, but that means the body needs a break.” A playful grin was given as a hand gestured back to his meal.<br/><br/>“I thought a breakfast of steak, sausage and eggs would be alright, but I can make something else if you’d prefer? You’ll need your strength, after all...We’ve a lot of cleaning up to do.”