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Molly and Cain had had an interesting night, and had woken this morning a little awkwardly, but relatively well rested.
They made their way down to the bar, and Molly was relieved to find it in working order again, so that they could at least get Cain a change of clothes. She watched in bemusement as he shrugged off the hospital gown right there beside the Bar and, put on a shirt and trousers.

She might have suggested that he go to the men’s toilet to change, but he seemed to not want to be separated from her sight. She simply shrugged, since he wasn’t naked at any point, and ordered them breakfast.

Taking their plates, and leaving him to follow with a tea tray, she got them settled at a table.

[[ooc: Cain and Molly are both available for threading, feel free to approach one or both of them. Just keep in mind that Cain will not remember your pup.]]

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"I just... I haven't eaten in a couple of day, so my appetite's not all that big. And the strawberry... you brought me strawberries once and we had a picnic out by the lake with them."

"Ah.. and this pains you now?"

His hand is gently as it grips her hand.

"I am sorry..."

"No... it's a lovely memory of a beautiful day. I'm just sorry that you can't remember it right now."

She gives him a watery smile.

"When you do remember again, we'll have to repeat it."

He nods, slowly.

"I would like that... I think?"

He offers ahelopless smile as he keeps that one hand on hers, his other beginning to raise his fork to eat again.

"You are lovely, Molly."

She chuckles at that .

"That's the Cain I know."

She tries another piece of toast, and nods to herself when she feels that her body's going to let her keep it down.

He blinks.

"How so?"

He watches her eat too,

"Your stomach isnt... well?"

"You've always been a flatterer. Always ready with a compliment or a kind word. That's still inside of you."

She waves away his concern about her appetite.

"I had a bit of an adventure, and I was too upset to eat very much for a couple of days... now my stomach is scolding me over it. I'll be fine."

He nods, holding that hand still.

"Okay... please eat a little?"

he nudges her with an elbow.

"I'm trying."

She says it gently, and to punctuate that statement, she picks up a small bunch of grapes and pops one into her mouth.

"You're the one I'm worried about. Healing as fast as you did yesterday must have used up a lot of energy. You should be starving."

He smiles and nods, eating too.

"I am eating, but my stomach is unsettled... maybe stress?"

Her face shows instant concern, and her hand is going to his forehead to check for a fever.

"Unsettled how? Do you feel like you're going to be sick?"

Head injuries are tricky, and even though Dr. McCoy said he was fine, she doesn't want to take any chances.

"Just a little nausea. I am fine. Realy."

He smiles a little at her, touches hby her concern. He raises his hand from ehr hand to touch her face.

"I am fine., You are here with me. I am okay."

"You need to let me know if you start to feel worse, or if you get a headache or anything like that, all right?"

She swallows hard, still worried. The hand he puts to her face is warm, and she takes comfort in it.

"It's my job to take care of you, but you have to do your part, and let me know if there's something I'm missing."

He nods.

"I will be okay. I am sure of it. I have you watching over me."

There is simple faith in his words.

He smiles slightly and that hand stays for a long moment, his eyes touching hers and something... warmer flaring there for a moment, something other than thankfullness. THe he puts his hand down, wondering what then hell he is doing feeling lust for this woman. She is a friend and putting up with him for now and takikng care of him, but lusting after her would be a poor ewas to thank her.

"I'll try not to let you down."

Molly sees that flare of something in her eyes, and wonders for a moment if it could be a hint of memory returning... then the contact is broken, and she wonders if she imagined it.

"Let me know when you feel ready to go outside for a bit. I don't want to overload you with new things all at once."

He smiles and then blinks.

"Ou-outside?"

He looks around.

"What is outside?"

He blinks.

"THis is an awfully weird bar."

"Remember I told you last night how I found you in the gardens? And the picnic by the lake? That happened here - just outside the back door."

She points to the door she uses most frequently.

"There's a nice big area out there with gardens and trees and a lake and lots of other things. We like to take walks out there, often."

He nods slowly.

"Sounds nice... we can go walk there?"

He smiles at her.

"I can understand that."

"We can. You like to walk, actually. You spend a good portion of your time doing it."

She drains her teacup and is surprised to see that she's managed to eat some toast and fruit without too much distress.

"Do you think you'd like to do it now, or wait a bit to see if your stomach settles more?"

"I would enjoy walking with you, Molly."

His smile is warm.

"And... it is nice outside, maybe? It would be good to see outside."

"It should be sunny and warm."

~~Because the mun just decided that it was so!~~

"I'll give you a little tour, and we can really explore it later, if you'd like."

"That sounds good."

He smiles a little at her, and nods.

"Walking with you sounds nice."

"Then lets find out if it is!"

She scoots over and bumps her hip with his to shoo him out of the booth ahead of her, and smiles.

She holds out her hand in offering of the contact he seems to need.

"Shall we?"

He grins and rises with her, holding her hand.

"Lets!"

It was so good to see him smile like that, that Molly couldn't help but return it as she led him to the back door.

"If anything out here makes you feel uncomfortable, you let me know, and we'll go back inside, okay?"