Lucian fidgeted with the phone from the moment he picked it up as he waited for Aneira to wake. He chewed anxiously on his bottom lip. He had dialed Jessie's number like ten times but he couldn't seem to bring himself to hit call. Each time, he felt that same tightness in his chest that he had felt in his dream and clicked cancel over and over again. He slid his fingers along the buttons, listening to their quiet clicks with a deep sigh. What did Jessie think happened to him? Did she call the cops? Were the cops in on what was happening to them in that prison place? At this point, he was almost chewing through the top layer of lip with how anxious he was. Thankfully, he was spared when Aneira finally woke up. 

He smiled lightly as she stood and shook out her big body. She was cute as a wolf. 

When she padded up to him and nudged him on the hip, he faked like she had used way more force than was necessary and let his body sway like an air dancer in front of a store trying to pull in as many people as it could. “Jesus woman,” he chuckled as he found himself actually fumbling with the puppy swirling around his feet in excited circles. 

As she leaves him with the excited puppy, he scrambled to keep his foot to only lose and fall down, catching himself in an extended arm push up to keep from landing on top of the pup. The puppy looked up at him, let out the woof typical of the hyperactive breed before he slobbered all over his face. Lucian made a disgusted face before he reconsidered and thought a moment before allowed himself to drop, carefully, down on the pup. The pup let out a yelp of surprise as Lucian wrestled it into his arms, rolling onto his back and resting the puppy there in his chest. He let out a laugh as the playful puppy nipped him on his arms and shirt, trying to get him to play with him. 

He reached out a hand and rested it directly on the top of the pup's head before he leaned his head back to see Aneria stepping out of the bedroom. When she mentions the food, his stomach rumbled loudly for all to hear, “We'll have to thank that Monique person.” He let out a chuckle before he shoved the pup off and began to stand up. “Man, food sounds amazing right now.” He waited patiently for Aneira to sort the dog's food out first and watched as she finally came to settle on the counter. She remind him of his grandmother to a degree. That woman, no matter how old she got, was always trying to be the perfect host and constantly moving around and doing things until someone finally grabs her hand and leads her to a chair to tell her to settle and eat something. It was his turn to take Aneria's hand and tell her settle for a moment, to enjoy a meal. 

He grabbed the containers of food and opened them to look within. It was some kind of thick curry that had big pieces of meat, possibly chicken, and nice large chunks of potato scattered within. He assumed that buried under it all was rice as well. He wasn't a huge fan of cold food but right now he could probably eat anything. He emptied half the container onto it's lid and handed her the container, keeping the messy lid for himself. He was right. Rice was under the curry. Thankfully, cold curry and rice tended to stick together pretty well, actually making the meal possible to be eaten without any kind of utensils. 

“I think we should eat first. The call can wait.” He pinched a big chunk of rice, dunking it into the curry and getting it nice and covered before stuffing it into his mouth. “Eat. I bet you're starving.”