Hi. [ He echoes with a smile, encouraging despite the fact that with La'an this undressed he can see every bruise she carries, all of them standing out dark against her skin. His eyes linger over each of them in turn, taking in the the sight of them, assigning wounds to the dark splotches, guessing how she got them. It's a fool's errand, really, so he abandons it in favor of taking in the sight of all of her: smaller than she usually looks, hair a tangled mess though it's cleaned from the sonics, brush in her hand. ]

I found strawberries [ Jim offers, looking over at them and the leaning tower of cookies that's slid slightly so it's now propped against the bowl ] and cookies. They told me how much you like strawberries and the cookies are actually hand made so together they may actually make a pretty awful day a little bit better.

[ His eyes drop to the brush again, up to her hair, and then back to the pilfered food. It's a gamble, but: ]

If you want, you can sit and eat and I'll try and tackle your hair? I may not have sisters, but I think I can manage to help without making it worse.