"Jack, thestrals are remarkably sensitive, kind and perceptive creatures," Elwood said. "Quite intelligent and lovely, in my opinion, and they are far better at being able to make deep connections to the humans they are fond of, so much so, infact, that if you ride one somewhere, they often know exactly where you want to go without your having to tell them. They are very devoted companions. And because of their unbreakable connections both to humans and death, they are often restless if their human friends' stresses are increased or if death is increased around them. You are blessed to have some thestrals that, from what I've seen, are even more intelligent that most, and my bet is that they very likely have been alerted because of last night's business, Caprice's exceptionally fierce need to try to safeguard her family, this whole debacle we're in at the moment. And, let us not also forget that catacombs themselves are often used as places for burial of the dead, celebrating funerary rites, and all the rest. The thestrals may be just cueing us that the people here on the estate lately have been hyperfocused on death, and that atmosphere is making them restless. I would think that, after today, with the suspect in custody, that should start to ease somewhat."
"I think he may very well be on the mark," Robert said. "Do keep an eye on them, and keep us posted. Since they are carnivorous, though, we could give them a treat that they might appreciate.If they don't settle, maybe Kate and I can take them out for a flight. That might improve their mood."
"I would love to go spend some time with them," Elwood said. "My patronus is a thestral, you know."
"I did not know that," Robert frowned. "I have never known anyone with a thestral patronus before."
"Well, you have now," Elwood smiled.
"Excuse me, but could someone perhaps cut a toasted cheese into, some small bite size squares so Angus could try it?" Marcus asked in a steady quiet tone. "He might not do more than a few pieces, but I'd like him to be able to try some."
"Of course," Simone said, immediately taking a sandwich and cutting it into very small bites, more like the size of croutons. She plated it and took it to Marcus. As she grew close to the bed, she heard Marcus very softly reassuring him about someone, that they would be back. Simone saw that he had had perhaps a third of the mug of soup so far. "Good work," she said, handing Marcus the sandwich. "Is there anything I can help with?" she asked.
"No, I don't think so," Marcus smiled. He spoke in the same soft, gentle tone that he spoke to Angus with so he wouldn't rattle Angus. "We're just still trying to figure out where we are and why we're here. We'll get it straight soon now. He's full of anesthesia, potions and spells today. It'll be better as some of that clears out of his system. Today, he just needs us to handle things for him so he can sleep it off. His pain potion is wearing off, so if Robert would wait until after lunch and then add to his pain potion, that would be very helpful I think. The fractures are starting to give him some real discomfort now, but I want him to be able to eat. So if Robert would wait, that would be great. He'll be fine til then. I'm right here, so we'll manage."
"I'll tell him," Simone said. "You're very good with him, Marcus."
"He's no trouble," Marcus smiled. "He doesn't ever ask for anything. Besides, he's family. Family isn't any trouble." He picked up two bites of the sandwich. "Here. Try this, Mate. A bite for you, and a bite for me." He deliberately put a bite into his own mouth and then fed Angus a bite of the sandwich.
"Cheese?" Angus asked sleepily.
"Yep. Good old English cheddar. Something lovely about a toasted cheese, isn't there?" Marcus smiled. Angus's eyes fluttered shut, but he ate his bite of sandwich. "We're very soon going to be ready for a snooze," he told Simone softly. She nodded and went back to the table.
"He's had about a third of his mug of soup so far, and Marcus is giving him little bites of the toasted cheese. I think he's doing well," Simone told them. "Marcus said Angus's pain potion is wearing off and he's getting uncomfortable."
"Yes, he's actually overdue for more pain potion, actually," Robert said.
"Marcus thinks you should let Angus finish eating first."
"I will. Otherwise the pain potion will put him to sleep and his lunch will be cut short," Robert said.
"He's not far from it now, I don't think," Simone said.
"Then he's doing very well. I expected him to have far more trouble today than he has," Robert said.