xp_logs | Rahne and Nathan, Wednesday around noon

Rahne brings Nathan lunch. He realizes that perpetual hibernation is not really an option and decides to let her in. Bella admires her hair.

In blatant disregard of his request (but complete accordance with her response to it), Rahne had composed a tray of lunch (involving highly cinnamon-scented oatmeal, ginger ale, chicken soup, crackers, and a sandwich, to account for various possibilities) and was now just arriving outside Nathan's door. She shifted the tray to one arm and hip and knocked.

Nathan looked up at the knock, blinking. His mind had been wandering again, going over last night for the... he didn't know how many times he had gone over last night in his mind so far today. Too many, probably. He reached out tentatively, realizing it was Rahne, and was about to tell her the same thing he'd told Amanda when the scent of the food hit him and his stomach had the bad taste to growl.

He swallowed, thinking. He couldn't stay in here forever, and it was getting on into the afternoon, he could tell by the angle of the sun. Maybe time to start snapping out of it? One step, at first...

He reached out telekinetically and opened the door.

Rahne shifted the tray again and stepped in. "I thought ye should probably eat something, even if ye didna want company."

Nathan gazed at the little redhead - who was looking frighteningly determined at the moment - and found himself at a loss for words. Luckily, Bella rarely had that problem.

"Pretty!" the bird piped up from where she was perched on the back of the couch. "Pretty! Food?"

Rahne threw the large blue bird a startled look. "Aye, food for Nathan. I doona think he had breakfast."

"Nate! Bad!" Bella proclaimed, and Nathan actually managed to give her a mildly sardonic look.

"I'm sure Cain would probably agree with you," he muttered and then looked back at Rahne, more than a little hesitantly, standing up and wincing as stiff muscles protested. "I... am a little hungry."

He was looking at her *very* oddly... Rahne frowned a bit and hefted the tray slightly. "Well, I'm hoping this will do for lunch. If ye saw my comment, I did say I'd come and leave something."

"Comment?" he said a bit vaguely as she set the tray down on the table. He started to wander slowly in that direction, feeling a little light-headed. "I didn't... I remembered I had to cancel classes. So I did. Then I turned the computer off..."

"Oh. Well. I suppose that would make it a wee bit difficult to read the responses."

Nathan blinked at the tray. "That's a lot of food," he said a bit lamely.

Rahne looked at it. She supposed it *did* look rather like a three-course lunch. Or possibly two courses and breakfast. "Well, ye hadna eaten breakfast -- at least not that I could tell -- and I was thinking I should account for if ye didna feel well or if ye were very hungry by now."

"Have you eaten lunch?" Nathan asked a bit uncertainly. "I'm hungry, but not..." He managed a strained smile. "Not quite that hungry."

"Not yet...." She smiled back and, recalling some of Emma's early lessons, tried not to 'shout' mentally about being worried. "Ye want to split the sandwich or something?"

"If you'd like?" Bella gave a squeal, and Nathan turned the smile towards the bird for a moment. "Don't think there's anything on here you'd like, sorry..."

"Fruuuuit?" Bella asked imploringly, hopping down off the couch and scuttling over. She looked up at Rahne, clacking her beak. "Pretty!" she chirped. "Up?"

"I take it this is Bella?" Rahne offered the macaw her arm and was duly climbed.

Nathan nodded. "Bella, say hello to Rahne."

"Hello!" Bella chirped, clambering up to Rahne's shoulder. "Hello, Rain! Pretty! Red!" She nibbled at Rahne's hair.

Rahne giggled rather helplessly at this. "Hello, Bella."

Nathan took a tentative sip of the gingerale, noting just how much of the food on the plate had apparently prepared with the consideration of an uncertain stomach in mind. "I appreciate this, Rahne," he said quietly.

"You're welcome. I didna want to bother you, but... ye had us worried, and I thought at least ye ought to eat." She'd cut the sandwich in half before bringing it up; she snagged one section and bit into it, since Nathan hadn't opted to send her off, and cautiously offered a shred of roast beef and lettuce to Bella, who was peering at it with interest.

"Fruuuuit?" Bella asked, then reached out a claw and delicately took the lettuce, though not the roast beef.

"I should have thought," Nathan muttered, picking up the other half of the sandwich. "Just cancelled classes and not asked..."

Vegetarian bird. Rahne offered a larger piece of the lettuce, which was not what she considered the main attraction of the sandwich, and eyed Nathan. "I think we'd've worried anyway. Even if not from the cancelation, there're the glass plants."

"I seem to have a thing about glass," Nathan said a bit drearily. "Not sure why. Moira wants to figure it out." He noticed the way she was watching him, and made himself take a bite of the sandwich.

"'Tis very pretty. ....Unnerving, but pretty."

"At least it's only been inanimate objects." Nathan smiled a bit shakily. "Although I'm going to be very disturbed if I go out there and find any glass chipmunks."

Rahne blinked. "...I wouldna blame you."

"I suppose I should go out and take a look," Nathan said, after taking another bite of the sandwich, chewing, and swallowing. He set it down for a moment, then picked up the glass of gingerale again and took a sip. "Just to see..." He really didn't remember precisely what he'd done. Just that he had lost control over his TK. Again.

"'Tis... very glittery." Rahne paused, decided she couldn't think of a delicate way to ask, and asked anyway. "What happened?"

"I..." His hand shook a little and he set the glass down. "Got angry, lost control," he said. "I didn't... I'm just glad no one got hurt."

"...Well, so am I." She'd been glad, often enough, that her own power wasn't exactly likely to get out of hand over any kind of *range*. She didn't know what to say about it, though. Probably Marie would have. Marie had always had something to say. "Are *ye*... all right?" Aside, she thought wryly, from the virus, nightmares, and who knew what else. It was probably a silly question.

"I'll be okay, Rahne." Nathan looked at the chicken soup, then decided that yes, that might hit the spot. Something warm. "Just needed some time to get my feet back under me," he said with a smile that probably wasn't entirely convincing. It was the truth, though.

"Rain! Rain! Rainy day!" Bella squealed, then chortled, shifting slightly on Rahne's shoulder. "Pretty red!"

"Quieter, Bella," Nathan said, giving a faint chuckle despite himself. "Don't deafen Rahne."

Bella tilted her head, giving him a look that might have been described as mischievous. "Bad! Nate bad!"

"Be nice," Rahne told her.

Bella nibbled at her hair. "Pretty red," she chirped, much more softly.

Rahne giggled and offered another bit of lettuce as a substitute. "Thank you, Bella."

"Why you couldn't have said that to Moira, instead of calling her that nasty name," he chided.

Rahne blinked and eyed the bird warily. "What --" she began, and then thought perhaps she didn't want to know.

"No, you don't," Nathan said as tactfully as he could, and tried the chicken soup.

"....Oh dear."