"It's okay," she called after him, then pulled the pan back onto the eye of the stove to finish cooking the eggs. She didn't think he'd appreciate her going after him, so she didn't. He seemed to be the the type of guy who'd be embarrassed over things he couldn't help, like nosebleeds. What a stifling way to live.
Whether he came back or not, she'd do his sheets for him and bring them back to his room. Might even make his bed up if he seemed sheepish enough. Humming under her breath, Juliet continued with what she'd been doing.