"Thank you," Khaat said to Cassidy.
"Khaat," Marcus said. "If she's going to sleep, you need to let Abbey rest for now. And you need to take care of yourself. If I remember three year olds correctly, they can be a tad whiny when they hurt."
"They can indeed," Kate smiled. "Cassidy and I are not afraid of the whining, but she will want her mother a bit later. Perhaps Marcus is right."
Michael watched the youngsters port in. He walked over to them. "Identification, please," he said, surprised Steven hadn't asked for it. The youngsters drew out id's and showed them to Michael, along with their letter sent to them by Robert. "How did you two port in here, exactly?"
"Mr Cummings? He gave us portkeys?" Hugh offered, showing Michael they each had an American dollar that they had used as portkeys.
"Alright, then," Michael said. "I'm Michael. I am temporarily running the house, it seems. Steven, I trust you'll get them oriented and help them identify which ones are the children?" Hugh and Iris looked at each other. Their mother had warned them that Michael could be a bit unusual. Clearly she was underestimating it.