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[sunflowersister]

[ the precise opposite of her earlier post, Ukraine is now an absolute wreck of a woman, completely distraught over Stiles being hospitalized and Aisling evidently being kidnapped and going mad. if anyone embodies the term "ball of stress," it's her. if you're in the South Wing or have interacted with Ukraine literally ever at all, feel free to react to the fact that she will inevitably turn up on your doorstep, looking like she hasn't slept in a week, her arms full of homemade food she will insist you accept. ]

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[garou]

[ It's after Stiles has returned home that her knock comes on their door, and it's Derek who answers, looking patently annoyed-- Stiles was sleeping, and he was supposed to be resting, so who on Earth was bothering them??

And then he sees who it is and the state she's in and the giant pile of food in her hands, and he softens a little bit. ] Come on in.

[sunflowersister]

[ at Derek's initial expression, Ukraine looks both startled and crushed, but it soon gives way to relief, and she bustles in with her gifts, speaking quietly so as not to disturb Stiles if he's asleep. ] How is he doing so far?

[garou]

Better than he was. He's sleeping a lot. I think that's a good thing. [ He closes the door behind her as she comes in, following her. ]

[sunflowersister]

It should be... [ Ukraine is pretty familiar with all kinds of animal attack wounds, so it's actually fairly reassuring news. she carefully spreads out her armful of food across the kitchen table when she reaches it, arranging soup and dumplings and sausages a little fussily. her anxiety rolling off of her in acrid, obvious waves, but she is putting in the effort to restrain herself from hysteria. ] Is he up now? Has he eaten? Have you eaten? Not takeout, takeout doesn't count!

[garou]

[ He wrinkles his nose a little at her anxiety, and reaches out, placing a hand on her shoulder. He's trying to calm her, make her relax a little. ] I'm fine. He's asleep, and he's been eating.. just little stuff. I haven't really wanted to make him eat anything heavy.

[sunflowersister]

[ ah, well. if there's any description that fits Ukrainian cuisine, it's not "light." ] Well, when he gets hungry for more than tea, I've got... well, everything. He should be able to eat just fine, I'm sure. [ the smile Ukraine gives Derek in return for the gesture is a watery, strained thing, but it's there. ] It's good he's got you to look out for him.

[garou]

[ Derek nods, staring down at the array before him with wide eyes and an empty stomach of his own. It makes a noise, betraying his own hunger, but he dutifully ignores it, reaching up to rub at the back of his head. ] I'm just doing what I can. That's all.

[sunflowersister]

That's what's so good about it. [ her smile warms significantly, and Ukraine gently pats Derek open-handed on the belly, taking the opportunity to soothe her own nerves with a gesture performed so often on her little brother and sister that it's obvious how effortlessly habitual it is. ] How about we get some food into you? That will probably help. It's hard to play nurse on an empty belly, trust me.

[garou]

[ her touch is a surprise but not entirely unwelcome, his flinch more from the surprise that she would touch him at all, but she doesn't know what he is, and the tensing of his muscles vanishes as quickly as it came, Derek shaking his head slightly. What that is a response to is vague, but his words ignore the compliment entirely, reaching down to pick up one of the cabbage rolls to sniff at it.

It is a testament to his acting skills that he doesn't make a face at it. ] Not hungry. But thanks.

[coinmover]

Come in. Can I get you something to drink?

[Erik calls a flask to his hand, and pulls two chairs closer for them to sit in. For what began on his part as an irrational physical attraction, the two of them spend far more time having long conversations than he had expected. More than he had thought to allow himself, truthfully. He has been... more alone... than he would have expected, but even if that were not the case, he would hardly have turned her away.]

[sunflowersister]

That sounds wonderful, actually; thank you. [ Ukraine manages a smile at the display, still charmed by the power, and deposits her armful -- a loaf of challah and a large sealed container of cold beet soup -- on the table. not only is refusing hospitality unthinkable, she had actually been hoping Erik would ask her to stay and let her take a break from herself. ]

[coinmover]

[Conveniently, cocktail shakers are usually made of metal. Drinks are ready within moments. Hers is a double, because she looks like she needs it. Erik gestures at the food with a ghost of a smile.]

It looks good. I wish all of our problems could be solved this way.

[icanbuyafez]

Rebounding from his own little breakdown, the Doctor had noticed that Ukraine was not having the easiest time of late. It was always easier to forget your own troubles when you were worrying about someone else's. Besides which, Ukraine was always looking out for and taking care of a great number of other people on the island - the Doctor felt it was time somebody returned the favor.

So it was that the Doctor showed up on Ukraine's doorstep precariously balancing a large number of trays with a variety of alien delicacies he thought she'd enjoy - he figured those would be best, as she could cook anything terrestrial she wanted herself.