“You were- you are.” Fitz assures her. “I’ll make some warm tea hopefully it’ll help your throat. But don’t worry about talking, you’re thinking at me just fine.” He smirked. “I let my sister Kyrie know you are here. She’ll be back later. She’s a friend too. I asked her to bring home some soup.” He said, finishing his messages. “Someone will also be bringing you by a change of clothes and something to wear to sleep tonight.” He rubbed his neck slightly. “They don’t know who I am. But Kyrie should be here by then to get the door. I’ll probably be a cat again.” He smirked.
Fitz stood up. “But let me put on some water for tea.”