After a week and a half after the first cooking class Dal-Yora sends out invitations for tea party.
Thomas mock pouts for a moment, then winces in a bit of pain. "Are you dealing well with things?"
"As well as I can. Hard to stay put when I know 'Chelle and Dad are out there somewhere and I have no idea where."
Thomas makes an effort to hold her hand. "'Both should be fine, I am pretty sure. There was a couple of male casualties from the barrier and that's where they send her there. And your dad was in ward duty back at our temple."
"You're almost certainly right," Inara agrees, squeezing his hand gratefully. "They're both too stubborn to die."
That gets an actual smile from Inara. "It is just one of many."
And here they are, the room where Thomas' brothers and Katur are.
"Yes, don't leave to go about saving more lives. It would be rude to the lady of the house."
"I will chase you down and drag you back by your ears if you leave before you're well enough. You've all done enough today."
Felix puts a hand on the sleeping Katur's forehead. "Okay, okay, we will stay. We can take turns making rounds?"
"Alright, I'm needed elsewhere, try not to torment each other two much. Yell if you need me."
People busy themselves. Padrikiun has enough common sense to not stop to chat with useless pleasantries, but he does asks her if they have made a census of patients and where to find that.
She points him in the direction of where she'd been recording people and a few brief details about their status.