"S'not getting better yet, but the healer says it ought to soon. Around 12 or 14 weeks, he hopes. He's got her taking potions to make sure she gets enough in her to keep her and the babies safe." Marcus gave him a look. "You talk to her almost as much as I do. You don't need me owling about it." Because it was just another fucking thing to keep him talking to Isaac and right now he didn't fucking well want to.
He took an involuntary step backwards, then caught himself at it and stood his ground, crossing his arms and planting his feet. "Nothing's changed, Isaac. If you're still being an idiot, then yeah, we're disagreeing." He glared at him. "Go. S'not up for discussion."