Frederic kissed the top of her head and murmured in reply, "Good, good." He held her close and they cuddled there on the bed for a few minutes until Clover bounced into the room (literally; he hopped about when excited), waving his hands up and down and declaring he'd washed his hands very well. Frederic looked to Karen and said, "I'll bring you a bowl." He meant of soup, but he presumed she knew that. He pecked her cheek and squeezed her hands as he slipped off the bed. "And I'll check on Niamh and Harold."