Nathaniel hurried into the room, scanning for Khemrys with dull, red-rimmed eyes. His shoulders collapsed a bit when he saw her soothing the twins and he leaned quietly against Beryl. He would collect himself when the kids needed him, but it was clear that he was falling apart until needed.

Jean Claude gave Beryl a nod. "The children are well accommodated here, Beryl? If you find something is lacking, please let me know: I want the children to be comfortable."