Khaat had come from another of those private discussions her father had been having with her lately about Abbey. He had not been happy until he checked her to check on Abbey's wellbeing. Then the lecture had commensed. He was becoming increasingly unhappy with her and ever increasingly concerned for Abbey. He had observed how she was no where near needing maternity clothes and she was almost into her fourth month. In fact, she had magically tailored her own clothing to try to hide her ever increasing weight loss. The news this morning had said that by now she should have gained from 7-15 pounds. Instead, she had not gained one ounce, and in fact had lost 10 pounds now. It was showing up as a pregnancy weight loss of almost 20 pounds. And Khaat's own systems were becoming compromised now because of it. This time he told her that he was taking over every bite she ate, her work schedule, and every other activity she did. If that did not turn the tide in ten days time, he would see to it that she was given a leave from St. Mungos and put on bedrest either at home or at the farm to stop what he saw as a slow moving calamity approaching. He knew it was not deliberate on her part, but he was seeing her wither away right in front of him. And he knew if he went to Rob, Rob would demand she be put on leave immediately. So he was giving her as many options as he could.
A bit rattled, she made her way to the nurses station, and sat there, with Jessica's chart, trying to do her best to read it, to redirect her attention.