"Good." Fives' relief at not being sent away is palpable, and he heads straight for the room's little table to start carefully and quietly laying out his acquisitions. "His hands are important, they need to heal properly." Which he's sure Jedao knows, but he's spent enough hours practicing with Quentin now to understand viscerally just how true that is.

"I got all the food in warming containers, so nothing will go cold before he's ready for it," he explains, barely above a whisper still, and glancing anxiously at Quentin's still form in the bed from time to time. "All the bottles are full, mostly with water, but two of them have a fruit-flavored electrolyte drink."

He sets the tea set aside for when Jedao wants it, then carefully, almost reverently, unwraps the wind chimes and turns to offer them to Jedao. "They're... soothing," he explains quietly. And he thinks they might also help Quentin know he's someplace safe and that he's not alone if Jedao isn't right at his side when he wakes up for any reason, or when he's drifting close to consciousness but not quite there. It's why he had made sure to hang them in Iris's bus for Jedao, as well.