She tilted her head. "Well.. I don't want to pry. If you need anything for that there's a first aide kit in the laundry room above the dryer." She gestured. "Down the hall."
She was stocked on food. There was cereal, bread, oatmeal, and other things that could be used for breakfast. Fleur stuck the earbuds back in and went to her practice area. She sat down, starting her stretches. Her back was to him and she watched out the window.
He looked over at her, his face soft. "I have no idea what I'm doing," he told her. "But I make up for it in spirit."
She laughed lightly, coming over to his side. "Well, you made oatmeal. Should we make scrambled eggs?"