Winnie sort of felt like she was walking on eggshells around him these days. It was hard to watch him be in pain and being unable to do anything about it. It was frustrating for her, she couldn't imagine how difficult it must be for him. She couldn't say anything though, didn't know how to offer help without upsetting him. It also left her questioning what she was doing here, but she was also leery of rocking that boat too.

"Yeah, I don't mind, rarely happens." Win worked a lot, kept odd hours, was constantly in and out. She didn't mind, she was used to it, liked it. It kept her busy, kept her on her toes and was a good use of her skills. She was good at it, too. "Did you eat? I can make something." Her kitchen skills were passable. It wouldn't be anything fancy, not like he was used to, but it would be edible and filling, hopefully with a little flavor. Winnie had taken that for advantage living in the boarding house. At least then she hadn't had to worry about feeding herself, there was almost always something available. It was fine, she could survive off snacks and soups.