"Don't push yourself so hard!" Aletta said as he stood up with a painful expression upon his face. She looked up to him with concerned eyes, her hand resting upon his shoulder. "I'll bring you one as soon as possible. It can get cold in here, indeed... And don't even bother lying, Ryan," She sighed with a weak smile as he ate what she had given him, as hungry as a child after a long day of playing outside. Soon after he had finished his breakfast he held her hand, staring into her eyes as he told her he had gotten lonely. Despite the slightly uncomfortable<em>thought</em>of holding hands with another man than<em>her</em>Rolf, it felt strangely nice and it comforted her. It eased her mind, the way he rubbed the back of her hand with his thumb. "I... I wish I could do something against that." Aletta's voice stammered a bit, but she kept looking at him. Ryan was so sincere and seemed to be... human. Real.