[ Eventually Bandou makes his way down to the kitchen. Perhaps Rin can hear the groan he gives every few steps. While the hot water had felt nice while he was beneath it, the effort it took to dry off and dress himself again seemed to bring the aching back to every part of him.
He shuffles into the kitchen, giving her a brief greeting of 'Hey' before slumping down into one of the chairs. Whatever she's cooking smells wonderful, and he almost wishes he could use the bit of cooking instruction she'd given him to help her out. Alas, being fatigued, aching and left with only your non-dominant hand wouldn't prove to be very helpful. Even pouring the tea could result in more injuries. So, unless she has something else he can do well enough, he'll resort to simply watching while she works. ]
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He shuffles into the kitchen, giving her a brief greeting of 'Hey' before slumping down into one of the chairs. Whatever she's cooking smells wonderful, and he almost wishes he could use the bit of cooking instruction she'd given him to help her out. Alas, being fatigued, aching and left with only your non-dominant hand wouldn't prove to be very helpful. Even pouring the tea could result in more injuries. So, unless she has something else he can do well enough, he'll resort to simply watching while she works. ]