She's back briefly, a bowl of soup in hand. If they were back in Venice, she'd make all his Florentine favourites, but one must make do with what's available in this class. Someday she will again, she decides. They're going to get out of this place eventually.

"I wish I could do more, but this place is lacking in proper ingredients," she says, sitting back down next to him. "Can you sit up, love?"