When Khaat and Brian finished their coffee, Brian thought Khaat looked more rested. He took her by the hand and took her on a walk on the beach. He didn't take her far, since he knew she didn't feel her best. He carefully approached the subject of her feeling pressured to carry on her job and her father's and to rise to the occasion of being the face and the voice of the force that was attempting to stand in the gap between the invisible illness and the wizarding world's desire to survive.
Brian talked to her about needing to let go of the pressure and to allow herself to rest just for a couple of days. He gently told her what he was noticing about the affect that it was having on her--the weight loss, the lost sleep, the fatigue, the lack of appetite, the stress, the overwhelming desire to just work without a break until there was a cure. And in talking to her, he accidently betrayed his deep and growing concern for her health to her.
She stopped and looked at him. "You think I'm going right back to where I was when you came back into my life, don't you?"
"You are," he said honestly. "You're almost there now. You have no idea how far I'm shrinking your clothes. This really does have to stop."
"I didn't notice,' she said. "Honest."
"But now that you do know, we have to fix it. Together," he said. She sighed. He was willing to walk it with her, but it really was hers to fix. Not his.