Brian saw Simon leaving the room where Khaat was to go take care of Ronata. He began to feel fear instantly at the thought she was alone even for a moment. "This will take time," he told Steven. "My assignment goes on. I have to go. I have no choice. Three doors down on the right, if you want to join us while you wait. Simon will know where you are." He left the room quietly, and quickly returned to Khaat's room. Khaat was still sitting on the table, even more confused than before. Clearly, Tasha had stunned her.
"Hey," he said softly, coming back to her. He kissed her forehead. "Your poor head. You really do need to get better at barroom brawling skills. I cannot have you losing again."
"Stupid, wasn't it?"
"Well, you should know better than to fight in a confessional. Its too small," he said.
"Wasn't my choice of spaces," she frowned.
"Khaat, Ronata has been taken to a procedure room. She's going to have a miscarriage. There is no choice now."
"Oh," Khaat said quietly. Brian knew it was too much for her to take in with her new blow to the head. By tomorrow she would feel differently, but today she would be just quiet and confused. That put her more at risk. He could afford little comfort to Steven and Ronata today. He knew that. It was a tough position to be in. But if he didn't pay attention right now, then Tasha would get through again while they were all so distracted and perhaps it would go even worse the next time.
He coaxed her into laying on the table for now, and he conjured an ice pack for her head.
"Here. This'll help," he said, putting the ice pack against her aching head.
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