She felt him before she heard him. That she heard a footstep was pretty telling as to what shape he was in. Turning, Carrie smiled a little at the sight of him. "You look a little better," she said around the food in her mouth.
She handed him a glass. "Protein shake." There wasn't a lot of time to make something that would be filling and keep them going after some sleep. "And I made some oatmeal." She shrugged. It was quick and easy. Carrie was eating straight from the pot.
"You going to eat and run out?" She wasn't sure he could make it back outside. He could try, but from the look of him, she suspected his legs would refuse to cooperate with his brain and lock up on him before he opened the front door.