He swung his backpack off his shoulders, unzipping it to see the food he'd taken from the grocery just a few hours ago. "It's okay," Orlando said. "I managed to get these on my way from the city." He pulled out a snack cake and set his backpack back on his shoulders. He opened it, slowly filling his rumbling stomach, then turned his open pack to her. "You can have some if you want. I even found some peroxide in case we need it. I don't think it helps bites." He also thought about what she said. "It would be nice to rest for once, however."
Back upstairs, Lucile leaned against Zen, tolerating that he was crushing her chest in his hug. "I'm fine. The ladder didn't hurt. It would be nice to breath, though." She waited for him to let go, remembered her passing out. "I'll explain soon. I just don't want to think about it." She then ran her hand up the ladder. "I don't remember this being her, though. Is there an attic here?" She thought about it, then tried to push it back up. "It's probably best that we go back down. It would be nice to see."