"I won't be long. Just rest," he murmured softly. He's typically soft-spoken, but there's more warmth in his voice now. He got up and vanished up the stairs just long enough to cook some oatmeal and cut some fruit. He also grabbed the small shopping bag he had prepped with bandages and ointment and a blanket from the bed was draped over his arm. In addition to all that, he wet a cloth for Silvio's eyes after he prepared breakfast. Blanket secure, the handles of the bag were around his wrist, ha carried the bowl of food in one hand and the damp cloth with a tall glass of water in the other. He was impressed with himself for managing it all in one trip.

He waited for Silvio to get up, setting things said to help him if needed, before the pressed the warm bowl into his hands. "I don't know what your stomach can handle right now, so I brought some fruit, too." He paused, looking around and frowning slightly. "Maybe we can get a bed down here for you so you don't have to sleep on the floor."