Solaris walked along the halls in silence, thoughts swirling around within his mind. Some were beginning to give him a headache, the dizziness from before surfacing again. A sigh came from him, as he wondered why he was being blocked from his own thoughts. He made his way along to the kitchen, which had a rustic feel to it, though at the same time it was full of what one might need. The place was always fully stocked, there was a greenhouse out back, and plenty of meat if desired as well. The land seemed to replinish fast, and grow that way as well. Plants flourished, what might take months to grow took days here. Another mystery indeed. He found a kettle, moving to the large sink to fill it with water. He listened to the rush of it as it filled the kettle, sitting it upon the burner to warm. As that was happening, he would prepare some fresh fruit, in case the other was hungry.
It occured to him however, that he had no idea of what the other preferred taste wise. He sighed, deciding to make a variety, the other had to in the end like something....right? A platter was soon being layered in a colorful and beautiful array of fruit: strawberries, melons, peaches, mango, plum, pear and more made a bright looking meal. He smiled, before he moved to clean the knife. He glanced up out the window, off into the sky and the distance. 'Are you a prisoner here?' his hand moved, and he immediately flinched. He had gotten distracted, a cut now running down the palm of his hand. Blood dripped into the sink and his eyes watched for a moment as it mixed with the water and ran down the drain. For a moment that was all he did, before shaking himself out of it. He turned off the water, grabbing a towel. The wound stung as he pressed the cloth against it to stop the bleeding. "Foolish....I should know better" he spoke to himself, "still a bit tired I suppose."