Clare, noticing Alka's nervous state, set down her paints again. "Alka, please," she said, looking over at him. "What's the matter?"
Daisy followed Wayward into the kitchen, then started to fetch all the things they'd need. "What kind of bread?"
The doctor set the tray down, then fetched a few pillows and used them to carefully elevate Cassy's head. "Just stay there, dear," they said, their face still obscured by their medical equipment. The doctor looked over at Setcho. "Once it's cooled a bit, do you think you could hold it to her mouth so she can sip it?"
Cassy blushed, feeling a little helpless.