She knocks on his door, opening it to see him asleep. She sighs, remembering why she'd done what she'd done. She quietly closes the door behind her and walks back to her room, her legs getting stronger the more time she spent on them.

(Time skip?)

(Yep)

He wakes up earlier in the morning than usual. He yawns, stretching.

She stays asleep, the feeling of the cold returning to her in a nightmare.

He goes down to get some breakfast. He'd fallen quite quickly into the new schedule.

She sits up, hugging a blanket tight around herself. She quickly folds it to her, carrying it like a cape around her shoulders as she trudges down the steps. She walks up to Tirou, yawning and sitting down, she rests her head on the counter, closing her eyes.

He smiles. "Good morning."

"Morning" She mumbles incoherrintly.

He laughs softly. "Do you need coffee?"