Su-jin took the bowl, brushing his soft fingers against Silvio's. Though he'd had a long life, it was one free of most labor, leaving him with soft, uncalloused hands.

"I'll put this back on the stove." There was more soup left, simmering now on a very low heat. That said, he vanished a moment then returned, once more sitting on the edge of Silvio's bed. "If you feel like you can stomach it, I also brought some fresh bread. I thought some things that would be easy on your stomach would be best. But if you need to sleep, I can stay in the living room so you can rest."