make the most of the minutes-- private

veronica loric.

Even though he was out of what her siblings would class as the 'critical zone', worry still ate away at Ronnie's mind -- and while he had rested, she had cooked, focusing on anything but the feeling. Maybe the meal piled onto the tray was a bit excessive, and by no means had she fooled herself into thinking he'd be able to eat even half, but it was quite literally doctor ordered. She'd paid extra attention to what the healers had told her before she'd brought Jonathan back to the cabin, and had took care to include some of the foods they'd said he would need to replenish the nutrients he'd lost after such hugh blood loss; hence the fruit and veg, eggs, and huge glass of milk which wobbled precariously no matter how careful she was.

Pausing at the door to her room, where she'd left Jonathan -- hopefully comfortably -- Ronnie shifted the weight of the tray a bit so that she could use one fist to knock quietly on the hard wood. She didn't want to wake him, if he were asleep, no matter how important it was for him to eat; it was important to sleep, too. Waiting a further second (she might have waited longer, if she wasn't worried that the tray might slip out of her hands), the brunette used one elbow to push the doorknob down and nudged the door open with her foot, peeping round the corner.

"Hey," voice quiet, the smile that pulled at her lips when she saw he wasn't dead to the world was gentle. She was careful as could be in bringing the tray in after her -- narrowly avoiding it hitting against the door, though the brief faltering of her smile was probably telling enough of the near disaster. "How're you feeling?" Likely a silly question, but it was all part of the niceties. Allowing the door to fall closed behind her with a soft thud, Ronnie stood rather unsure at the foot of the bed, "I made you some food -- you don't have to eat right now, if you don't want to, but... you should eat soon. Get your strength back up and all."

veronica loric.

Gods, you could tell that she wasn't used to taking care of people. Her immediate thought when he sat up was to tell him lie right back down -- but the tray in her hands very quickly reminded her that he was supposed to sit up to eat. Well, weren't they two conflicting lines of thought.

"Don't give me that. You're not only a guest, but you're also in desperate need of someone to take care of you right now -- of course I'm gonna make you food," her smile was ever so slightly strained, his again ringing in her ears. Ever since he had turned up on the hill, she'd been wondering how much he remembered; most of all, though, she had been wondering if he knew how long he'd really been gone. On one of the many occassions he was out cold and she was able to speak freely to one of her siblings, she'd asked if she should mention it, or say nothing at all -- they'd told her to wait and see, lest the months lost weight heavy on his mind and cause him more stress. "You're going to be right as rain in no time," she hadn't felt so sure of a statement in a while -- not only was she going to do everything she could to take care of him, but she'd already been making sure that her siblings did too, "And then, I can stop worrying."

Moving across the room (unusually gracefully -- apparently, being a woman on a mission did wonders), she was far from hesitant as she sat down on the edge of the bed, tray turned to him. Since the hill, she'd been worried about him breaking. When she held his hand in the infirmary, she held it gently, when she pressed her lips to his forehead, it was softly. Unless he reached for it, she wasn't about to let him have to support the weight of an over-laden tray.

The words had barely left his mouth, and she was waving them away, giving a very definite shake of her head, and a soft, "Shhh." Yes, to put it simply, she was exhausted. Ronnie had barely let herself sleep while he was in the infirmary, worried that something might change while she was out. Then, when he was on the mend, she found herself too busy running around and making sure that everything was done for him and he didn't need to stress that all of a sudden, she had no time for anything other than a catnap. But it wasn't like she minded; in fact, it was far from. Ronnie didn't even think about how tired she was, but how glad she was, that he was back and doing better than he had been on the hill. The months he had been gone had been nerve-wracking enough to make her lose sleep anyway. "I'm fine, okay? I'll sleep later," unlikely, but unimportant, "Stop your worrying, and eat something. Please?"