He left, closing her door behind him and made his way to find Elva. Instead, he was met by her healers, and despite his knee-jerk reaction to decline and care for himself, he obeyed and let them look him over. It was only a bruise, though his muscles were horribly sore, so after the ointment was rubbed on his back -the action of letting anyone touch him and his scarred back made him visibly uncomfortable- and he was offered ice, Ruli left again, nodding in thanks to their direction. 

Only, he went back to his room, the ointment already working and his body tired from shuffling about. Ruli made it to his bed, lay down with the ice propped onto his back, and slept again. 

Near dinnertime, he woke once more, giving his body an experimental wiggle. Much better. Ruli sighed, relieved, and made a note to ask Elva what was in the ointment. 
But he was cold. The ice had melted, soaking the cloth, his clothing, and the bed beneath him. He'd forgotten that important detail, that ice melted when it warmed. Groaning, Ruli got up and peeled off his wet tunic, trading it for one from the wardrobe. He was half certain it was the same one as before. He tugged it on, then a pair of thick breeches, and slid on the boots again before he stepped out. 
After catching a servant to request new bed linen, insisting that he hadn't had an accident, he found his way to the kitchen. 

He introduced himself as a guest of the Empress, and explained her desire for flatbread, and wondered if he could borrow ingredients for it. Once allowed, he set to work, standing in a corner to mix, knead, and shape the dough. The softer actions of it, at least, far more gentle on his aching back. 
It was an easy recipe, at least. Ruli's most difficult task was trying to translate then sniff out the spices and herbs he wanted, aware the manor cook was watching him curiously. 
He made enough for a dozen hand-sized breads. Leaving several for the cook and the others in the kitchen to try before he shuffled through the house again. 

To Kire's room. Ruli knocked gently again and opened the door, peering in before he spoke in case she slept. "Delivery." He said, shifting to present the plate of bread. "Do I just toss to you like a tossdisc or may I come in?"