"We both get soup. I'm not the sort of person who'd wave soup in your face and not bring you your own bowl," she says with a smile. She sets down the bowl, and settles herself at the end of the bed, her soup in a giant mug. She's off today - she's given her two weeks notice, and with that two weeks notice she's also abruptly stopped working such insane hours. There's no point anymore, and that's making things better. She's sleeping better, her leg is doing better - it's quite a bit of progress.

So she's wrapped in the replacement Wonder Woman hoodie and a pair of cutoffs, her hair pulled up in a messy bun, and there's flour on her cheek that she doesn't even realise is there. She seems less tired, but still... worried. They all seem worried, these days.

"How's the book? Any good?" She's trying to get him to talk to her at all - he's such a loner sometimes, and Raleigh worries about him so much; she knows that there's a lot going on. She's both trying to be there for him but also to not overdo it; she's still shaken by the way she was convinced he was dead for two days, and so now she just tended to gravitate towards him in assurance, even if she didn't say anything. Now, though? She was going to see if he felt like chatting, because... maybe she could help.