She set down the spare clothes she had outside his door. "Your shirt was kind of bloody, last time I checked," she said lightheartedly, "so I have some spares outside your door.. Goodnight."
He opened the door, ducking his head out. He looked much better, his brown hair dripping with water, but she would see his eyes were dark and exhausted. "Thank you, Fleur."
He hesitated, looking conflicted. "It might be a good idea to lock the door tonight," he told her. "I don't know how much Romero saw."
Ferris came out of the room at almost the exact same time, shutting the door quietly. He paused when he saw her, frowning.
His frown deepened and he considered her before looking out the window. "I was going to go find food and bring it back," he said, looking like he might have been pouting slightly. "To thank you."
"Yes, I do," he replied. She would notice his hand on his side. He tilted his head. "I don't think you understand how comfortable that bed is, Fleur."
He smile only widened. "I know. I have food here, so maybe if you make breakfast I'll consider the debt paid." She paused, gesturing to his side. "Are you okay?"
