It was a lot of information all at one time. He took it all in, though, and sighed. "I'll see to it at once," he said. "The standard things will be easy to replace. The sentimental things won't be quite so easy, but I'll do my best." He went upstairs to see what the state of things was.
After lunch in the Italian restaurant, Marcus took Khaat across the street to the chocolatier's. The place smelled like warm, melting chocolate, and the selection of handmade chocolates was immense. She bought several pounds of chocolates in a wide assortment. They packaged them beautifully for her and gave her a labeled, fabric shopping bag with a shoulder strap to make them easier to carry.
Marcus shouldered them for her, and they stepped out into the bright winter sunlight. Khaat glanced each way on the street and saw a mammoth, hulking figure a block or so down the street. At the sight of the silhouette, she utterly panicked. She didn't know of any other creature than James to have that form. She slipped away from Marcus, around a corner into an alley....only to find the alley was a dead end.
She drew her wand and then dropped it. It skittered under a dumpster. She went to reach behind the dumpster and heard growling. She went to scream, and a hand swept around her mouth at the same time one swept around her waist.
"Its me," Marcus's voice said quickly in her ear. "Calm down. You're alright. I'm right here. You don't need to scream. Look." She looked and saw no one there but him and her--and a stray dog. Not an animagus. Just a large scraggily dog. In the main street, tourists and muggles kept about their business. He removed his hand from her mouth.
"But I saw James!" she said.
"No," he said. "You didn't. It was just a big guy. I saw him too. He's talking with another bloke outside of a pub. You can't presume that every muscle bound man is James. If you do, you'll be running from shadows. You nearly died. I get it. And that's traumatizing. But I'm not going to let you lose your head. Not on my watch. Come on. Take my hand. Let's go back."
"My wand..." she began.
"Accio!" he reached out his hand, and it snapped into it at his command. "Put it away. You don't need it. Now get your wits about you. You ready to go home?"
"Almost. One more stop?" she asked, as they stepped back out into the street.
"Alright. Where?" He asked. He pointed out the enormous muscle bound man in the next block. that was still talking to his friend. "Not James," he whispered in her ear.
"Remind me to have Jack kill everyone that looks even remotely like James," she hissed angrily back at Marcus. He smiled slightly understanding what it was like to be reminded of someone deadly.
"I'm sure he'll be thrilled at that assignment," he said sarcastically, teasing her slightly.
Her last stop took all afternoon. It was near five when he brought her back to the estate. She was exhausted and barely on her feet. Marcus believed she had overdone it. She didn't want to go to her room. They ported back to the living room. Marcus took her coat and helped her sit on the daybed that Jess had put there at Christmas.
Marcus was going to go get her some tea but she dropped off into a deep exhausted sleep the instant she sat down. He sighed heavily, unhappy with her. He took her boots off her, put them on the floor and put a light blanket across her. Then he took off his own coat and laid them on the living room sofa.
"And why do you look so unhappy?" Michael said. "Lunch didn't go well?"
"Lunch went fine," Marcus said. "Much as I like her, I don't always like all her choices, though." He had not been happy with the places they'd gone after the chocolate shop. "Oh," he said, handing Michael the fabric bag of chocolates. "They're to share with everyone. Or so she said."
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