[He starts to get up when he hears her coming. It's an undertaking, since his healing has only just started to properly kick in, and it's not as accelerated as it could be, but he's pretty much upright by the time she makes it down the hall.]
[ hipchecks the door open. she's got a beaten-up old bag full of something-or-other that he can hear faint clinking and sloshing from. also a cup of instant kitsune oden that is still faintly steaming. ]
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...he jumped out a window with broken ribs of course he is. a little tersely: ]
I'm back. May I come in?
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Yeah, come in.
[sitting with his back to the wall, when he was definitely out flat when she left.]
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What happened to resting?
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I am resting.
[he's not doing heavy lifting or anything so it's fine, obviously.]
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[ going to come over and hand him the udon ]
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It'll be fine...
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and it's warm. who knows how she managed that, but it is a hot meal. ]
...If you say so. However... one of us has been shot multiple times, and it isn't you.
[ unpacking waterbottles ]
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[tucking in with the air of a man half-starved]
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after a moment she remembers to respond ]
You're— you're welcome.