After meeting up with Veth, Raven managed to grab some breakfast on the way from Rook's cooking and headed back to the sleeping quarters to see if she could catch Praxton before he would head out as well.

Raven would just manage to catch Praxton in their room while he was putting on his armor. With her entrance there was the expected things she could note on, and namely that was their bed being immaculately made like he was prone to do every morning. Dust was cleared from the space best as he could manage and there was a general collectedness to the room that wasn't often found in the private living spaces of most. Praxton, however, found that the rituals of cleaning his space to spotless perfection best he could quickly manage every morning aided him deeply.

And, to some extent, it was also a touch of his love language to be able to do that same service for his wife.

It was those little things they did for one another over the course of a day, that was more than just the words spoken and touches shared, that really conveyed their feelings. From Raven, those actions came in the form of caring for him as well; asking how he was doing, making sure he was also taking care of himself as she knew he was someone who gave a lot of himself for others... and food of course. It probably came from all the years she spent with little food security herself.

"Hey," she knocked on the door frame before she stepped inside, placing down the covered food on the small table on the way. "Let me give you a hand." Not that either of them couldn't put their armor on without help, but it was something she liked to do.

"Please," he asks, and mostly because it adds to that effect between them than any particular need. Stepping into a little more of an open space and shifting his body as to best aid her in that little task.

"What did you bring us?" he asks, glancing over his shoulder at the procured meal.

The two of them had figured out their own little routine when helping out with each other's armor. Finding her place next to him, she treated his armor with great respect and almost a kind of reverence. It was more than just a piece of steel, plating, and padding; it was a part of them, and extension of their identity as Mandalorians.

"Rook made some spiced potatoes and eggs, along with some soup of some kind on the side," she explained, mostly focusing on him as she helped with the armor. "Figured you have probably been busy this morning to not sit down for a meal, hm?" Raven knew Praxton was someone who kept himself busy and put in a lot of effort to help others... she just wanted him to remember to look after himself too. "So... some food, and get a chance to talk about what we both find out yesterday?"