Catherine had fallen asleep in her huddled position, waiting for him to wake. She hoped the soup hadn't burnt on the bottom although the oven really was at a low simmer just to keep the pot warm enough. She jolted awake when she heard his voice, rubbing her face with her hands. "You need sleep," she managed in a miserable tone that was already on the verge of tears. Her dreams were never good but now they had more familiar faces in them. "I know I haven't been a very good... Anything... So I thought I could at least let you sleep."
Callum could have died. Issac could have died. Merrick, the goblin roustabout, could have died. Fredric had. And Catherine was just tired, sore, miserable. Maybe losing the sight and having to find a new job within the cirque would do her good. Maybe it wouldn't. She wasn't sure of any of it, least of all changing her species just to ease her life a bit.
"There's chicken noodle on the stove," she offered since that's all she could really provide for him at the moment.