[One of his tentacles slips out under the bed, sliding across one of her hands in a gesture that conveys that he is pleased having her back, despite his words. He'll come back out... in a minute. Maybe two. He doesn't really have the energy to do it right this second.]
Was... was the food alright? It was still there and able to be taken care of, right?
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[One of his tentacles slips out under the bed, sliding across one of her hands in a gesture that conveys that he is pleased having her back, despite his words. He'll come back out... in a minute. Maybe two. He doesn't really have the energy to do it right this second.]
Was... was the food alright? It was still there and able to be taken care of, right?