Susanna jumped with a start, not expecting her guest to rise so quickly. Her gaze flickered to the window where she realized the by sun's little shadow's that it was much later than she had first thought. It was past noon. Did she happen to fall asleep? She thought she had only rested her head on the kitchen table for a few seconds. A few seconds or a few hours... None of that mattered now as her guest clambered into a seat beside her.<br/><br/>She smiled and rose, needlessly wiping her hands on a kitchen rag. "An angel? Oh, I think not. A good samaritan is all," she chuckled. "You seem to be more alert than earlier, that is good. I'm afraid that you shouldn't move your arm until it heals. The break is bad. As for your chest, the wound was deep but as long as it does not reopen I think you will be safe. I can call the doctor if you would feel more comfortable with a professional opinion," she added quickly. She smiled warmly, watching him for a moment. "I don't know how you made it here on your own from the battle. It's a miracle, that's for sure," she mused softly.<br/><br/>Susanna jumpt softly, shaking her head good heartedly. "Where are my manners. A man with your injuries surely only comes out of bed for one reason and I have been teasing you with it all this time," she said, scoping three biscuits into a dish and ladling it with a healthy portion of gravy. "You must be starving. Eat up, you'll need your strength to recover," she cooed, setting him up with silverware and water. She watched him for a moment, her mind wandering to what horrors of war he must have witnessed. "I am Susanna Wilcox," she said softly. "What is your name?"