[WV privately hopes AR makes PM a nutritious and balanced lunch, instead of just a pile of bacon or something. Carnivores or no, that can't be good for a person.]
[he quickly hurries to a linen closet in the front hall where they stash things like towels and sheets and medical supplies. Due to the numerous injuries WV's suffered over the course of his time in Marina, and the fact that he refuses to go to the hospital, there's a good stock of bandages, ointments, et cetera to forage from. He grabs a box of plastic bandages, a roll of gauze, some tape, and a tube of antiseptic ointment, then makes his way back to PM's room because he's reached carrying capacity. He's only got two paws, give him a break!]
[he peeks his head back into his and PM's bedroom, walking softly in case she's dropped back off to sleep]