"With some toast," Declan agreed, a slight smile appearing on his lips. "And — of course." He was happy to do things like this for Sage whenever she needed; that was, probably, part of why they had gone so long without talking. He was worried that they would go back to that as soon as Sage's illness was over, but — he couldn't think about that now.

He pulled broth from the ice box and put a small portion in the box. While that was heating on the stove, Deck cut a piece of toast from bread that one of the girls had made, and heated it up on the stove's other flame. After a few minutes, both were ready, and he transferred the broth to a small bowl.

He brought both over to Sage, an offering.