Unwilling to let himself stop long enough to let any form of sleep take him over, Raylan had been keeping himself busy with trying to bring in what canned supplies he could find at the General Store, returning with an armful of soup and canned veg. There were a couple of dishes in the Teachers Lounge and a microwave that was serviceable enough to feed a couple of people.

Ten or so minutes later, Raylan came into the room where Dorian had been laid out with a bowl, bottom wrapped in paper towels to help insulate it against his hands.

"I hope you're hungry for Mathis best culinary experience - Canned soup," he introduced with all the grandeur he could muster and a soft smile to match as he squatted down to Dorian's level for the handoff.