"That's fine, Jack," Khaat said quietly. "Sometimes there just are no words. I cannot decide for you, Miseria. You have to make your own choices. But if you have questions, you'll have to ask. I cannot read your mind. I will help you if I can, but you have to be open enough to tell me what yo're thinking. It will take me a little to adjust, but I will. I don't know what is normal in Romania, but here in England, fifteen is very, very young to be having a baby. Jack, look after her please. I'm not giving up on you, Miseria, but I really do need a minute to adjust." Khaat laid her hand on Jack's strong shoulder, hoping he and Jess could help support Miseria for the moment while she went to be alone to deal with her own emotions. She left the barn and went to her rooms in the house.
She studied Remus's portrait above her fireplace. "Okay, Uncle Remus," She sighed. "This is something you didn't prepare me for. She accepts me so far, and then she is distant. And now, she's carrying my grandchild. Sometimes I really wish you were here. I miss you so much." She conjured herself a cup of tea and sat down on the small sofa, just staring at the portrait, deep in thought.