"I think I will," Brian said. He took his glass inside and set it on an end table before going outside. Khaat looked, to him, like she was tired. Really tired.
"Is she alright, Marcus?" Brian asked.
"Nothing that being done with carrying twins won't cure," Marcus smiled at him. "She amazes me, you know."
"How's that?" Brian asked.
"My wife carried on and moaned all nine months in all three of her pregnancies, and got a whole diva complex going. Lord. I had to go out and get sorbet--not just ice cream--bloody freaking sorbet at 2:45 in the morning. She wanted silk to draw her a milk bath nightly because she said the babies were making her skin dry out. And I'm not even going to tell you how many hours I lost in giving her massages and foot robs because, apparently, I made her unforgiveably lose her girlish figure."
"God," Brian said. "Khaat's never done one of those things."
"The worst problem you have with her is getting her to behave as if she is pregnant," Marcus laughed. "I give her props for that. Evelyn treated being pregnant with our twins as if it were terminal. Khaat seems to barely notice. Its a different sort of grace that I'm not used to. And I'm definitely not used to being bored. Or rather--I was used to it until I started working for her. Now I'm out of touch."
"We had noticed you didn't quite know what to do with yourself."
"Let me know when you're tired of your back being miserable. I know an old survivor's trick for that. Seems to work for me."
"Do tell," Brian said, interested.
"Spot me for a moment?" Marcus asked.
"Gladly," Brian said, sitting down at the table to take over for Marcus. Marcus got up and went into the kitchen, opened up the tea cabinet and got out several tea bags from different but specific blends. He cut open the tea bags, crushed up the leaves and wrapped them in cheesecloth. He took a bowl of steaming hot water and dropped the cheesecloth in the water, took a clean dishcloth, and took the whole works out to the table by the pool.
"Here," he said, "try this. Let it steep a moment." After a moment, he soaked the dishcloth in the tea mixture and applied it to the sore spot on Brian's back. "Its going to bruise, you know."
"Yeah, I'm used to that." He frowned. "Its taking away some of the ache."
"Yes. It will. It will reduce the swelling and stop some of the pain. Can't take away the bruising though. I'm afraid you're stuck with that."
"I thought I understood healing tactics," Brian said.
"Ah, well, this isn't so much a technique as an old wives tale that happens to work," Marcus said. "I don't think its in any of your healers' texts."