hope when you take that jump / you don't fear the fall

A sigh, as he leaned into her touch. Mmm. I'll stop by the mess and get us some plates, you won't be in any state to cook. He reached to cup her cheek in his free hand, murmuring, I'll see you at home. Will you set the inks and needles out before you get too far into your wine?

It'd take him a bit longer to come home, if he stopped off to pick up dinner. He moved to open the door for her, pressing a kiss to the top of her head, before he moved to let her go, so that she could go on her way.

He approached Ema, sighing at her. She was pitiful, without the vines to hold her upright, she'd hit the ground and sat on all fours, sobbing and gasping. Let's go. Up you get, he murmured, patiently.

It was a slow process, guiding the woman to the infirmary, and about halfway there a passing healer offered to take over. He thanked the man quietly, and slipped off to the mess hall to pick out dinner for himself and his lady.

Once he had acquired two plates of food, with slightly different foods on each, to ensure they'd have a bit of everything, he made his way home. Nudging the door open with his foot, and sat the covered containers of food on the table by the door, so that he could shrug his jacket off and hang it up.

@Megara Neirdre