Robert got the message and looked into Khaat's room to see Marcus helping Khaat to add a robe over her nightgown and helping her to replace the sling.
"Its not broken anymore, Marcus," she sighed. "It just doesn't work."
"Oh, shut it," he said. "It hurts like the devil, you can't move it, you can't lift it. What am I supposed to do with it? Let it dangle from your shoulder?"
"Yes," she answered.
"Either you're shitty liar or a shitty healer," he said. "And I've heard too much about the latter to believe that's the case. Do you really suck at lying just where I'm concerned or is it with everyone? Do tell me now because if you really are this bad at it, then I must up my game. You're going to be much too truthful for your own good."
He glanced up and saw Robert, who showed him one finger. He was voting for the fact that his daughter didn't lie well whatsoever.
"Oh, lovely," Marcus said sarcastically. "No wonder she's been in trouble." Robert headed downstairs. Marcus picked up Khaat and took her downstairs as well. She hadn't seen any room in her house but her bedroom for months, it seemed.
She saw the lights and decorations, but yet, it didn't seem like Christmas.
"Give it a minute," Marcus said, putting her on the daybed. "You'll catch up."