When she saw he had fallen asleep she smiled to herself and went about preparing him some food, trying to remain as quiet as possible. It was simple enough which Roxy was grateful for as she wasn't exactly a chef in the kitchen.
Once the soup was warmed she poured it into a bowl, providing a small stack of crackers next to it and a glass of water. He didn't say anything about an upset stomach so she would save the ginger ale for now. Setting everything on the table, she walked out and placed a gentle hand on his shoulder, shaking him softly. He felt a bit damp, but Roxy took that for a good sign; maybe his fever had broken.