"It -- couldn't hurt, I guess?" He holds the bowl of soup in his hands, grateful for the warmth of it: even though he is still running hotter than a normal human, he is colder than he usually is. There's a beat, and he gives Aleksander a small smile.

"Thanks for the soup. I can't say I've ever really cooked any soup before; at the Waystation they mostly relegated me to chopping vegetables."