Brian woke and realized he'd slept longer than usual. He got up and showered and shaved and dresed and found his coffee and finished it in the quiet of the morning. He had picked some of Khaat's smallest sizes for her because most of what she had wasn't fitting anymore.
It haunted him. He hadn't said how much it bothered him. He resorted to conjuring more coffee for himself. He checked on the kids and found they were still sleeping. Then he went outside. The fact that she was so tiny again haunted him in ways he didnt want to talk about. It was frightening for him. He did not want to reveal to anyone how it rattled him to be going through this with Khaat again. And wondering if Robert was going to find a cure in time before she ended up like so many of the patients she'd recently lost.
And it made him wonder if he was doing the right thing to take her to Tuscany if she didn't want to go, or if he needed to let her stay in her own home if that waas what she truly wanted.
Kate went downstairs and found Robert picking up the copy of the Prophet.
"Brian's struggling," Kate told him.
"Yep," Robert said. "I know. He doesn't take his coffee for a walk unless he's bugged. I'm just very little comfort for him right now. She needs some time. Some rest. And some sort of interest in food again. And that won't come for her until she gets away from all these dying people."
"You do think Tuscany is good for her, don't you?"
"Yes. For a few days, to reduce her stress, so long as she's allowed to just relax and enjoy it. If Brian starts to hover or make the mistake of treating her like she's dying or something equally as stupid, then she'll get irritable and angry. If he doesn't overreact, they'll do alright."
"Well,, maybe they'll focus on Brian and not on her, then, and keep him busy."
"We can only hope," Robert laughed.