She was eating again, however timidly, finding that nothing was particularly appetizing after her time spent in the Wolfram and Hart holding dimension. While it was true she hadn't eaten in a matter of days, she hadn't felt hungry in that time. Even when she was able to come out of the hallucination, it didn't occur to her that part of the reason her body nearly gave out from under her was due to an utter lack of nourishment. Sleep, too, was a necessity, though it still wasn't something that felt natural. What she had experienced had been so real to her that she still found herself reliving her last moments with her husband, or the instant in which she found him dead, over and over again each time her eyes closed.
Izzy's absence ached, someplace deep in her heart, too. She hadn't felt like a parent last month, when the nine-year-old had become part of their household. This time, it was difference. She was the child's mother in every sense, at least mentally, and in the moments that had been good...having the chance to watch her sleep, lying with her tiny form between herself and her husband, it had been everything she thought it would be. Now, after the fact, she was grateful that it had all been a lie.
The sight of Lindsey reappearing in the doorway with all that food, doting on her again, was enough to spring tears back into her eyes. Again. She couldn't seem to so much as look at her husband without crying or coming incredibly close to it. Cathy had thought he was dead, honestly and truly believed that she would never see him again. Now, having him back, even if he was never gone in the first place, was the most amazing feeling in the world. All she wanted to do was take care of him, the fact that she was in no way in a position to do so be damned.
"This is perfect," she assured him even as she reached for the tissue box resting on the bedside table, wiping her eyes before dropping it in the nearby wastebasket. Sniffling, she took a breath, determined to compose herself before Lindsey began to seriously question her sanity, if he wasn't already. "Thank you, baby."