Marcus came back up and saw Michael sharing Khaat's chaise with her, and he was glad to see Michael just holding her and letting her lay back on his chest.
"It's going to get chilly soon," Marcus said to Khaat. "Can I have some tea sent for you?" She shook her head.
"What are you thinking so hard about?" Michael asked her gently.
"London. I need to go back for a bit," she said.
"What for?" Michael asked.
"I know his chances. I need to make arrangements, just in case..."
"No, no," he said, sighing. "Let's not cross that bridge unless we need to. I don't see that happening, but if it does, we'll walk it out. Is that what you've been thinking about all afternoon?"
"I don't have a choice," she managed to say, even quieter.
"I know it feels that way, but I'm not ready to go there yet."
"Khaat," Marcus said, "if it comes, we'll certainly handle it. Right now, I think you should get something hot to drink, perhaps a bit of pain potion because I know that arm has to hurt, and get a bit of dinner in your stomach--even just a few bites. You'll feel better."
"I think you should go see him," Michael said. "Even if its just for a moment. You don't have to go now, but after dinner, perhaps. You need to see he's still with us."
"I know he is. If he weren't, I'd know it."
Downstairs, Kieran and Fi asked Robert how this had all happened. Robert thought, all things considered, they were taking it well. They decided to stay a bit with Brian and found places to sit.