Ezra stretched a little, the kind he'd done every morning since the hospital. It didn't quiet satisfy his body, but it was better than nothing. The sun hit his eyes and he groaned laying a hand over his head and pushing his curls in front of his eyes. He needed a little bit of a trim, but his parents refused to let anyone near him. He peaked through the curls to see if Marta was still by his side, but he knew the answer before he even checked. With a frown he pushed himself into a seated position and swung his legs over the bed. He'd lost track of the days and time since he hadn't been working or going to school. He was pretty sure he was considered a drop out now that he hadn't attended for more than a week.

He pulled himself up off the bed using the headboard and wobbled over to the wall that held his crutches. He could smell food coming from the kitchen and he closed his eyes to inhale the scent. "I could get used to this," he said to himself with a smile as he took his time walking out to meet Marta.

He saw her messing with the stove and part of him wanted to go and help, but the other part knew it wouldn't end well if he dropped his crutches. He let out a small cough to let her know he was in the room. "I see working in the bakery helped your cooking skills a little bit. Have you been watching my mom?" he asked moving over to the counter and leaning his back against it to take the pressure off his torso. 

It was than that Atalia walked in with a stack of books. Ezra hadn't even heard the door downstairs or her steps so when she dropped the pile on the floor he jumped a bit and let out a bit of a yell. Atalia covered her mouth with her hands and looked at him with wide eyes. She was more shocked to see him half naked and slightly embarrassed that she hadn't thought to knock first.

"I'm sorry Ezra, I thought you'd be sleeping still," she said pushing her hair from her face and moving her gaze to Marta.

Ezra nodded slightly, leaning on Marta who had moved to his side the second he jumped, "What are you doing here Atalia? It's not even noon yet. I can't imagine you being awake this early."

"Your parents told me to check in periodically to make sure Marta had everything under control. I also had these books lying around from when we were kids learning about Judaism," she said taking a quick pause, "I...I thought Marta could use them. It's very basic stuff, you probably know it already, but I thought they could help you convert. Unless...you aren't doing that anymore. I overheard the Rabbi telling your parents it wasn't a good idea and you had been slightly against it while taking medication, but I thought maybe if she proved her knew her stuff they'd be more open to it," Atalia said looking at the floor now.

She was trying to show her acceptance of the situation and to let Marta know she wasn't going to get between them, that she would help them. Ezra was her best friend and just because they weren't to be wed anymore didn't make it any less true. She could sense the smile on his face without even looking up and she relaxed a bit as she bent down to pick up the books she'd dropped.