The women continue to talk for a few hours, Vorela lightly stroking his hair, content and happy, to be among her family, for a little while. Their conversation is interrupted when the children enter, and loudly proclaim their hunger, to which Sedalia excuses herself, scolding them for interrupting, taking off to go cook for them. "I should probably give her a hand, those kids can be a handful, especially if she's trying to cook at the same time." "Here, let me help. I don't get much of a chance to cook, any more. Will you be alright by yourself for a bit, Draiss?" Vorela teases.