"I'll tell you everything," Freyja promised and then stood up. "Let me get the bath running and the porridge and I'll be right back." She put the plug into the bath and turned the taps, and then headed for the kitchen. In the bedroom doorway she paused and looked back at him. "Call if you need me. I'll be back very soon."
In the kitchen, Freyja looked through the cupboards until she'd found everything she needed, and ten minutes later she was returned to the bedroom with a glass of apple juice and a bowl of porridge with honey drizzled on the top. She popped her head into the ensuite to check the bath - still needed time - and then sat down on the bed with her brother again.
"Here," she told him gently. "Eat, but slowly. Your body is still in recovery."