Lloyd led the way, heading for the door he'd left ajar to make it easier to get back inside without having to juggle his crutches or balance awkwardly on one leg. Pushing it open, he waited for Mithos to step inside.

"The kitchen's on the right, and there's a bag of food on the table for you. And... I made sandwiches." He watched the younger boy's face, trying to gauge his response. "Do you want to have lunch?"