His backpack on, he helps her up the stairs to the small suite waiting for them; there's a big bedroom, and a squishy pull-out couch in the living room.

Jordie escorts her into the bedroom. "I'll run downstairs." Quietly. "For tea. Et cetera -- oh."

There's a tray on the desk in the corner; two thermoses, labeled, one soup, one tea. A covered plate labeled sandwiches; another one labeled cookies.

"We're covered."