In the kitchen, the young woman was concentrating on the kettle, waiting for it to whistle. What was normally a quick and easy task now seemed to take forever. Once she saw a large trail of steam float up from the kettle and heard the first few sounds of popping bubbles, she turned off the stove and reached for the mugs she had set up. Frankie had no idea that her guest had woken up. In all honesty, she wasn't expecting him to wake up for at least a couple hours. She figured his body needed time to get warm and recover enough for him pull himself back to consciousness. 

She poured water into one of the mugs, and was about to do the same to the other when she was suddenly hugged from behind. It startled her so much that she jerked her arm, causing the stream of boiling hot water to fall onto her other hand that had been clutching the edge of the counter. She jumped at the burning sensation, yet had enough sense left in her to set the kettle down. 

"What?" she asked in shock, holding her injured hand close to her chest as she turned around. It took her a moment to finally recognize who it was, conflicting her brain. She wanted to be angry about the burn, yet relieved that the man had woken up. At the moment, she was a little more focused on her burning hand. "Y-You're awake!" she said before pressing her tongue against part of the forming burn, instinctively trying to lessen the pain.