[ He reaches over, giving her arm a gentle squeeze -- as much to express, I know, we'll leave when we can, as it is to provide some comfort. ]

I'll go scrounge somethin' up. Probably won't be much better than toast and fruit, though, if that's alright.

[ He stands, stretching, and there's a couple of soft pops of his joints. Clearly he's been sitting here for a while, and he shoots her a sheepish grin before he heads out. ]

Hang tight, okay? I'll be back before you can even miss me.