"Sil?"
"Hmm?" she hummed, hearing the door open before her name was called.
"I brought you breakfast," the voice, a muttered, tired one, said to her. She sat herself up, rubbing her eyes and clearing her vision just enough to see someone she was surprised too.
"Oh," she whispered. "Uh, hi."
"Hi," Braveheart said, sitting down at the foot of Fuse"s bed and setting the bowl of oatmeal (with bananas) down on the chair next to Sil"s bed.
"You...brought me food," she said, staring at the oatmeal.
"Yeah," Brave replied awkwardly. "So, Sil—"
"Did Fuse stay out there all night?" she interrupted, pulling the bowl into her lap.
"He doesn"t sleep much anyway."
"He really should take his room back from me." Brave laughed, something Sil hadn"t seen before, and it made her smile.
"Thank you."
