"I'll keep that in mind. Be careful of the bandages. I didn't do any stitches, the wounds are going to be infected no matter what and stitchwork will--" He doesn't know why he's explaining this to Stephanie, of all people. It's entirely possible she has more medical knowledge than he does, though he's never thought to ask after the specifics.

No. Not 'never thought'. Never cared.

That makes him get up from his chair and head into the main room. His return is heralded by the sound of his fridge's icebox being rattled about, and when he's back he hands her a cup full of chips. She's not dehydrated, but the dry mouth one encounters upon waking from such circumstances is often uncomfortable.

He sets the cup in her hands, curls his own around hers just long enough to ensure she isn't going to drop it again, and then he retreats to the chair.