Ileana laughed as she put a serving of orange chicken on her plate. "You should turn into a frog more often. Gives you some perspective, I think," she told him with a grin. She didn't bother to protest him pulling his own weight around the apartment. It was much easier to accept some help from family than from anyone else.
When he questioned how she was, Ileana tucked her bandaged wrist in to the sleeve of her long sleeved shirt. She lifted her shoulders in a casual shrug, "Been better." She sighed and told him, "I'm healing fine -- barely even notice it anymore."