Everything that was happening on Eos was out of Nyx's control. He was having a hard time admitting to it and accepting it but he was coming around slowly to focusing on what he can do instead of what he can't. It was difficult, considering he was a man of action.

"For five? Are you not cooking for yourself then?" He closes the jars up and takes a moment to wash the knife he'd been using. "Because this house is supposed to have six people."

He smirks, turning to lean against the counter, one arm tucked across his abdomen and the other raising the sandwich to his mouth.

"Or are you hoping someone else will cook for you in return? I don't mind, but I hope you don't expect fancy gourmet."