Robert had only gone up to get Dakota, who wasn't in her room. He had had to hunt for her and had found her in his room, playing with Kate's jewelry box. He wasn't sure how Kate would react to knowing a three year old had been playing with real diamonds and gems, but he didn't feel it would overly upset her. He was putting Kate's diamonds away when he heard a knock on the door.
"One moment," Robert said, quickly putting the rest of the jewelry in the box and putting the box away. "Come in," he said, picking up Dakota to keep her from getting into something else.
Across the hall, Marcus had gone into Khaat's room to find her. She was merely sitting and looking out the window. She took a sip from her mug, and Marcus went over to her. He took the mug gently from her, peered into it and dumped out the rest of the contents in the sink.
"You can't live on that," he said, in an uncriticizing tone.
"You're here because I need to make an appearance," she sighed
"Well, you could just decide you're doing it for the children," he shrugged. He was passing no judgement. He was going to try to approach her without even remotely nagging.
She wasn't hungry. She was hurting. She hadn't had even a little break in the pain, and it was tiring her. That made her more sensitive to it, and that made her even less hungry. It was a vicious cycle she heard her patients often complain about if they had a permanent injury. Now she understood it.
Marcus went into the bathroom and got a cold wet cloth and brought it. He leaned against the window and gently sponged off her face and neck, understanding what that sort of sharp pain could do. "Better?" he asked, knowing the cold water would at least take the heat out of it. She nodded.
"Alright," he said, sending the cloth back to the bathroom. "Ready?" She nodded, and he took her downstairs to the table.