Regan chuckled lightly to him, a happy grin across her face. Well, as happy as an exhausted smile could look, anyways. "I like that. 'Lassie'." She mused happily to him. She went to sit sideways on the chair, her legs hanging off the arm rest and her head resting on the other. It was actually a really good impression... her grand mother had an extremely strong Scottish accent when she was alive, so it had very quickly become a favourite of Regans, even if she couldn't understand a word the woman had said. She cocked her head when he then continued to speak, another accent coming from him. Her ears twitched a bit before chuckling tiredly once more. "That was good too," she babbled lightly. "Now my talented friend, go to sleep," she hummed lightly as she settled down once more.

Tyler nodded at any words Regan spoke, since he was getting tired and didn't really register them very well. He had a friend back before the thing that had a very strong Scottish accent. Tyler was 64 percent convinced the old man was 600 years old and came from old Scotland... but that thought started to flee his mind as he started to drift off. -The guy is actually a descendant of a Scottish king... Bruce the Great I believe... no wonder he has a thick Scottish accent...- Tyler thought, trailing off as Sleep started to take over. -Hamish Bruce, the one friend I had before Regan- Was his last thought before he fell fully into a deep dark expanse.

Regan caught his little nod before moving to curl into the chair a little bit. She could, maybe get a good nights sleep for once... and she absolutely did. She was tired and happy, and finally safe. She woke up early the next morning, but moved around quietly so she didn't wake Tyler up. He needed some decent rest, she was sure. She got up to make them both some food, and made a coffee with the granules she had left for him. It was the last of them, but she'd never drink it, and she might as well try and pawn the last of it off on him. She left it on the bedside table for him, along with the breakfast she'd made up for him before going to clean up a little bit around the cabin.

Tyler slept like a rock for hours, not even waking up when Regan started moving around. Which was VERY unnatural, he ALWAYS woke up with the slightest bit of sound. He was just... edgy that way. When Tyler finally woke up he almost had a heart attack because he hadn't woken up when Regan woke up... so in his eyes, that practically meant he was so deep in sleep that he might never have woken up. He winced at the sunlight streaming in and raised his head quickly, realizing first he was still sitting in the chair, and second there was... food, and third something smelled. Not necessarily good or bad. The second thing Tyler did was stand up, because he could not stay sitting any longer. "Mornin..." was all he managed to mumble out, glancing around as he ran a hand through his hair

Regan pattered around the little cabin quietly, being careful not to wake Tyler up... he did deserve to rest a little bit. When she saw movement from the corner of her eyes, she glanced over to him and tried a small smile, although she was kinda tired still... but there was no use in trying to get herself back to sleep. "Good morning," she hummed gently before gesturing to the plate and cup at the side of his bed. "I made go breakfast." She hoped she hadn't woken him up... he didn't normally sleep very late, so if he was asleep for so long, then he must have really needed it.

Tyler acknowledged Regan's first comment with a drowsy nod, slowly asking up. His brain was still off in the unknown, so he had to go slowly tug it back to the present. At her second comment he tilted his head a little, glancing at the food. "Oh, thanks." Tyler said gratefully, deciding not to add *you didn't have to* or something like that, since he guessed Regan wouldn't appreciate that. He peered at the food for a moment before taking a bite, already relishing the delicious flavor. "You are a great cook." Tyler commented

Regan shrugged lightly. "No worries. You need to eat as much as I do, if not more," she mused lightly to the boy. Well, it wasn't a lie. He was pretty much the only one looking after them. She did little bits here and there, but in the end, if it really came down to it, Tyler would be the one keeping them both safe, and she knew that much. "I didn't wake you up, did I?" She shrugged when he said she was a great cook, though. "I wanted to be a chef when I was little. Not much I can do with the things here, though," she mused lightly.

He nodded at what she said, finishing the small meal rather quickly. Yes, he had to keep up his strength, and heal quickly... because he was protecting Regan. Even if she may not need it. At Regan's second comment Tyler stood, placing the plate on the counter. "No, but I am surprised you didn't. I usually wake up at small sounds." He mused, taking care of the small mess. "Ah, you wanted to be a chef? Makes sense, and I definitely think you'd be a great one." Tyler said cheerfully, although he was... not the pickiest eater. He would literally eat anything and be happy with it, so that didn't help.

Regan nodded lightly to him and smiled gently to him. "Ah, good," she chirped. When he placed the plate on the side, she went to grab it to give it a bit of a clean. "Aaaand, I know. You normally wake me up." She chuckled lightly to him before rolling her eyes at him. She shrugged at the next comment. She had wanted to be a chef at one point... but it was hard to do when all you could cook now was stew and steak. Welp, they'd have to be a signature meals "I'm not sure a great one would be the right way to put it... but perhaps I could be a MCdonals fryer," she mused lightly to him before rolling her eyes. "Well, what did you want? Other than your fancy singing career and that family you wanted. There must have been something other than that," she mused lightly to the boy before trotting over to the bed to make it up all neat for him, then folded the blanket she'd curled up in, too and placed it back on the old chair.

Tyler shook his head with a small smile. "Sooory..." he said sheepishly, going to clean up what he could, since Regan seemed to have already polished everything. "A McDonalds FRYER!? Regan you can cook steak, don't reduce yourself to a fryer!" Tyler exclaimed jokingly with a grin on his face. He deciding to sort out his bag in this time, glancing at her as she spoke. "You keep forgetting I changed my mind and DO NOT want a family I NEVER said that." Tyler sighed, though he sounded a little amused. "No I never had a *dream*. My goal was to not get whipped, and then my bigger goal was to never see anyone again in my life." He said quietly