That's great. Maybe he's finally going to start getting back to normal now.

Peter shifted in his sleep, pushing into her hands as she checked him over, but curled back up as she moved away. The bullet had been in him longer, closer to his heart, and he was going to need a bit more time before he was back up to snuff. The pain was less though, his healing taking all his energy currently.

Stiles took the bowl, box and daughter and carried them to a chair. "I could use a cup too. Didn't get a lot of sleep last night." He went to make her a bowl, and then pulled out his cell phone to give her something to watch while the adults talked.