Elijah looked pleased that he was going to try. So now he moved into the back to clean up. "Are you hungry?" He asked as he wondered how much dinner to make.

"Not really..." Simon said. He had been sitting still most of the time, after all.

Elijah nodded and made a dinner for himself. "Let me know if you change your mind. " He still poured him some tea and headed into the back to grab his pillow and blanket once more for when he slept the night on his sofa.

"Thanks Elijah..." He took the pillow and blanket, but was certain he wouldn't sleep. He hated his own sudden anxiety.

He paused from returning to the kitchen and frowned. "Is everything alright ? Do you need a doctor or anything ?"

Simon shook his head. "No! ... I'm fine..."

Elijah only looked more concern. "Talk to me, Simon. Something is wrong. Please..."

Simon frowned. "I don't know. I'll be fine..." He shook his head. "I don't know."

Elijah was even more concerned. "Is it your injuries? Are you nervous about leaving? Did something happen ?" He wanted to get to the bottom of it.

"I'm alright!" Simon said. "T' injuries will heal. I suppose... I shouldn't be nervous..." He felt frustrated with himself.