She hasn't seen Max in a few days, but she's been hoping he would have enough sense to keep himself sheltered and safe. She's been so busy trying to keep up with her duties to the Enforcers and to Neil that her hopes had never been vocalized and now she finds herself back at home, watching Max as he scurries about the kitchen baking far more bread than they could ever eat. All of it would need to be tossed because as much as she knows he bakes when stressed, she can tell from their garden that he's sick. It seeps into his soul in a way she can't touch.

Part of her wishes she could be caught in the loop with him, unaware of what was happening, happily helping him bake, but her design was immortal, and illness had never been able to touch her. With a breath, she walks up the steps and tries the door.