Reid shows up at Nisha's bedside after the game with an offering. He thought about flowers, but instead of detouring past the greenhouse, he stops by the kitchen.

Reid sits down on the chair beside the bed and passes her four warm cheese rolls wrapped in a clean dish towel. His hair's recently, carelessly dried, making it almost comically haphazard and frizzy. "It happens," he comments blandly, but his normal edges are a little more softened around Nisha.