[Lea nods, then, once he's sure Karla is safe and settled heads back to the door and picks up the various items he'd left there. Most of them he just left on the counter for the moment, but he did get her a bowl of the soup he made. And a little magic made sure it would be the perfect temperature. Nice and warm, but not too hot to irritate a throat made rough by coughing or to upset a potentially queasy stomach.

The rest of the soup he put in the refrigerator before taking the bowl into her room.]

This should help make up for having to come let me in.

[He set the soup on the bedside table.]

Think you can sit up by yourself, or would you like me to lend a hand? Hate to ask you to, but it'll be hard to eat anything lying down.