Bjørn pauses before leaving his room upstairs, eyes trailing over to the launder hamper where he had dumped his coat. Carefully lifting the coat out, the hunter then hides the blood-stained jacket within the folds of the blanket he holds while making sure the precious gems are still hidden inside the inner coat pocket. Once satisfied, he readjusts the items in his arms, and takes a deep breath before heading for the stairs. He heard when Raven began choking on the noodle but he had also been in the beginning process of dressing. Now, while he could have run bare ass naked down the stairs to help, Bo had a feeling that Ren could handle the predicament and save Bo's dignity. She is sweet and kind but, if there was a medical emergency, Bo would bet his life that she would be the one of their group to handle it calmly. Sure enough, he quickly heard the scaping of a chair being pushed away from the table and knew everything would be well.

Now that he is fully dressed the hunter softly pads down the carpeted stairs. Bare feet touch the cool wood of the bottom floor and he feels the coldness of the night in the floor. Hazel eyes turn to the table, noting Ren is standing behind Raven and rubbing small circles into the huntress' back. Their eyes meet and Bjørn feels a flutter of embarrassment at the way he had acted before. Tipson tells their story or, the water-downed, sugar-coated, everything is fine version. Dipping his head in greeting, the hunter moves to the couch to deposit the items he holds, scoffing when Tipsy says he can sleep better without the sword. Deep voice rumbles out, as he says, "Who said this was for you? We had a deal remember? You get my bed. Besides, I never give my sword to anyone." He offers the young thief a tiny, barely perceptible smile as he turns around, eyes eagerly falling on the warmed-up plate of food.

Stomach rumbles as he approaches his seat, giving Ren a small, warm smile and a soft, "Thank you." Before lowering himself into the chair. The smells that make up the sauce hit his nostrils, causing the hunter to quickly pick up his fork and twirl the spaghetti around it. Looking to Ren, Bjørn offers her another small smile before taking a bite. To say that the spaghetti is good would be an understatement. He can taste the time and love she put into making it. How she had sautéed onions, garlic, and beef in the pan first and slowly built the flavors from there. He can taste the bite of the acidic tomatoes and the herbs that were added to round out the sauce. And how she had finished cooking the noodles in the sauce. Bo melts, his shoulders slumping forward, eyes closing as he slowly chews the delicious meal.

The care put into making the food reminds him of home, of his mother cooking delectable meals in their kitchen that would fill the farmhouse with heavenly aromas. For a moment, he loses himself in the warm food, enjoying having homecooked meals again. Raven asks him a question and his hazel eyes slowly blink open and he offers Ren a warm smile. Swallowing the food in his mouth, Bjørn clears his throat, trying his gaze to the huntress. A chuckle rumbles past his lips and he says, "Well, most of it is like Tip said, although he skipped a few parts." Casting a glance at Tipsy, the hunter begins the tale, "I was at the dock because there have been rumors about a group of vampires bringing in some kind of dangerous ancient artifact. I was staking out the docks, trying to gather information."

Hazel eyes turn to Tipsy, wondering if the young thief is worried about Bo spilling his secret. The story continues on smoothly, no hint of doubt or hesitation appears as the hunter speaks, "Tipsy here was trying to do his work and the vampires didn't like that. They were trying to choke him to death when I finally arrived and, the one that held him decided it would be more challenging to face a hunter. He gave Tipson a kick in the ribs as a parting gift and I paid him and his kin back in kind." The way he speaks is matter-of-factly, as if all that had happened down on the docks had been no big deal. Truthfully, to Bo, it wasn't. Tipsy got hurt, Tipsy got care, Tipsy needed a safe place to crash and that is why he is there. Giving a small shrug of his shoulders, Bjørn says, "I took him to get treatment and decided he needed a hot meal and warm bed. Least I could do for being slow." With that the hunter spins more spaghetti around his fork and takes a large bite, chewing slowly while listening to the others.