Well, as mildly self-pitying as it was at least she was being useful to someone around here. It gave her a kind of satisfaction that might not have been at all appropriate for the moment or their situation. Which was exactly why she trampled that feeling and, from the other side of the bed, handed it over. She had done her best to hide the slightly bitter aftertaste that came with the medicine, with sugar of all things, but only Alain would know how successful she had been.

"It's the least I can do." The absolute least of all the least. Kaine sat on the side of the bed, still in her awkward blanket-skirt, and Bert's shirt. It didn't bother her so much now, "He was right. If I had said something before, your friend would be alive. There's nothing I can do to make up for that, so everything from now on, until you all return home, will just be the least of it." It was something she had clearly resigned herself to, without anger or real upset.