ooc: Replies might be a little delayed, Ruthie!

Vianna was distracted pouring some of the vegetables and other things into the pot in which the soup was now boiling, vaguely aware of her husband's complaints until he approached her, pleading to the girl that he could do this, that he'd just gotten a minor burn and he'd always been too tall for this room. Vianna chuckled softly at the boy's words, her crystal blue eyes now turning rather sympathetic at that look she found on his features. She didn't like it. The boy obviously wanted to help, to prove to her that he could be of help (something which she couldn't understand why he felt such a great need to prove, as she already thought of him as perfect help just by being with her). "Professor…" she started softly, lowering the temperature on the soup so that it was low enough that it would allow the girl to distract from it for a moment without it burning. "You don't need to cook for me to help me," she explained to him, blue eyes examining his own brown ones as she spoke. "You're enough help as it is just by being with me… by accompanying me to bed even when I fall asleep ridiculously early, just so that I don't have to sleep alone," she said with a warm smile. "And you're helping me when you accompany me to share the news of our baby to my parents; when you get water for me to drink my medicine in… You're probably not aware of it, but you're doing plenty with just the smallest gestures," she explained to the boy, a warm smile adorning her lips. "Can't you be happy just being with your wife? She really appreciates your presence, y'know… she'd rather cook a whole buffet herself and have you there, than be alone upstairs waiting for you to make something for her…" she confessed with a bit of playfulness, though her words were honest.