Jude held his tongue and any sharp reactions while she worked, refusing to let the simple cut rank on his list of troubles. She was taking care of it: he'd trust her to do it right and check it again before bed. And if it hurt, well, he'd just deal with it. He knew better by now than to take out things like that on the people here, trying to get by as much as he was.

He'd taken enough confusion out on her last they met to start taking his pain out too.

"The rain stopped for awhile," he pointed out. "I was just tired of staring at my own walls; I could eat though." Another reason to make the journey: Jude didn't really cook either. "Anything's fine."