"Moscow. I have not been home in a long while either," he admitted. When the fire was crackling, and putting out good amount of heat, he rose. "I will put on the kettle for tea, and some clothes." Though he was not to worried about being naked, it would just be warmer. "I will try to find something that will fit you."

He filled the kettle with water and put it on the stove to heat. Then went to his bedroom. He slipped into a pair of sweat pants and a t-shirt, and brought out one of his old polo shirts for her.

He emerged, and held out the shirt for her, "This should fit you. How is your leg healing?"