It is good: he finds Gela there, still waking up judging by how snugly her chin fits in the palm of her hand, propped up by her elbow on the edge of the table. She gives Jude a fond smile, nose scrunching in greeting.

"I love rhubarb." She'll go ahead, in that case, giving her head a gentle shake as she reaches for the jam and knife.

Bad dreams. Worse sleep! The usual. Give her a few moments... she slathers some bread thickly, and lifts it to her nose to sniff before she bites, and sighs. "S'good." Goes nice with the cup of tea she's got already, stinking of herbs, "Thank you."