As far as impressions go, fussiness isn't very stressful to stand beside, actually rolls Kira's lips into a smile. "Once the furnace is lit, you'll have hot water in the bathroom, the kitchen doesn't seem to get anything but cold."

Pulling his worn black scrubs from the front room closet, he hands them to Bodhi and carries on into the kitchen, the house surprisingly well-furnished--or not, considering the desks in the schoolhouse, the beds in the inn. It's as Raleigh said: a place where people seemed to have suddenly left, stripped of necessities but lived in at some point.

"There's cookware in here, we can get a fire in the stove for you too when I bring it for the furnace. And you're free to poke around everything, see what you can find. I think there's an attic you can get into from the hall."

Turning, he stands with hands on hips, surveying the quiet house and the quiet man within it. The preoccupation around him seems to at least have an external source, now, but Kira finds himself softening from the practical, asking again, "Are you sure you're alright? I can stay for a bit, if you need anything." At least if Bodhi dismisses him again, he can leave him in a dry house with a way back to the village center.