She takes her time, wanting him to get more than a few minutes of undisturbed sleep. There's enough to keep her occupied, anyhow.

She stops by the infirmary, eyes scanning the board (as they always do), to see about medicine. She leaves with a cough suppressant and something to help him sleep.

At the Bar, she sees about any mail that might not have been delivered yesterday, briefly catches up with the Miss, and writes a few quick notes while breakfast is achieved. Hot tea, orange juice (a whole carafe), plain toast, a dish of grits with a little butter and honey, a banana, and some dry cereal crowd the tray she carries back to her room.

The sound of the door doesn't wake him, so she sets the tray down on the table and slips over to his side of the bed, gently pressing her hand to his forehead.