Aletta opened up the door to the barn and got a bit of bread and cheese from under her apron, speaking to the British soldier she took care of. "Ryan, it's me, Aletta." She said, watching the hay stack move. "I've brought you breakfast." She added, listening as he yawned widely. He wasn't much of a morning person, unlike Rolf. "C'mon, rise and shine!" She said, shaking him a bit. She smiled at the effort he gave in order to keep himself on his feet, but caressed his face like a mother did to her child or a loved would do to the one he or she loved in order to comfort them. "It's not much, but it is... Food."