She just shrugged. Rest? In a strange place, where she wasn’t sure of her welcome, but was sure she was being kept? She supposed she might have dozed off a few times, but what she remembered was the blankness of a white night. Pushing her hair away from her face, she stood up, wobbling a little. Everything felt numb and distant, like it wasn’t part of her body. She crossed into the kitchen to watch him cook, leaning on the counter.
Derek smiled over at her when she came to the counter, his hands moving fast as he got the eggs done. He plated them before he continued with the bacon. It wasn’t long before he finished those pieces as well. He looked at her and handed her one of the dishes. “Do you want toast or anything?”
Toast. Her mouth watered, and she swallowed hastily against the vivid sense-memory; warm bread, slightly crunchy, slick with butter and some sweet spice. Her hands closed tightly around the plate before she nodded.