[ The familiar sound of bones and water filling the big soup pot is a relief, because he knows full well that solid food would be beyond him and that not eating isn't an option at all if he wants the two of them to take care of themselves for even a moment.

...and it's probably also not an option because his body is intent on destroying and reforming itself constantly, apparently, and that needs energy. But. You know. Priorities. ]

I'll live for now. Once it's dawn, I'll stick my hand out into the sun and we can know just how fucked up the situation is.