When Darerca was finally sure George had fallen asleep, she had set to work.
First she called Columba and they discussed plans for Padraig's future. Columba agreed that Padraig couldn't be allowed to wander free nor could they put him in the hands of the government, and he assured her he would get back to her when he figured something out.
She had cleaned the smear of blood on the floor where she had killed Padraig, and then set to work on the room George had been incarcerated in. She didn't want Padraig to be forced to live in filth like George had been. She changed the sheets and brought several blankets in to keep him warm. The entire time she cleaned, Padraig's body lay crumpled near the foot of the bed.
When she had finished, she carried in several non-perishable food items so that when he woke up, he wouldn't starve. She planned to travel with George and only return once she knew the other saint was safe. Padraig could be here by himself for days. She brought in several bottles of drink as well. Finally, she provided him with a few changes of clothes and his own little canister of wet-wipes. It was the best she could do for him now that he was soulless.
She hefted his body onto the bed and sat by his side for a moment, smoothing his hair out of his eyes. He was cold now, and his skin was grey. "I'm sorry, Padraig," she whispered. It was the most she would mourn for him until she was alone. She leaned down and planted a kiss on his forehead and then she left him and locked the door behind her.
When she finished with Padraig, she moved into her brother's room to search for some clean clothes George could wear when he woke. Normally Padraig's clothes would never fit George, as he was built much more strongly than Padraig was. Now, however, she didn't think it would be an issue. Thinking ahead, she actually gathered a few things for George to take with him so he didn't have to get around in his own clothes that would likely fall off him until he gained his weight back.
Then all she had left to do was plant herself outside of George's room to make sure no one bothered him while he slept. And there she sat for hours, just as she had promised. Keeping watch was something she was very used to. She could stay awake for several days at a time and sit patiently, waiting. She had been on enough stake-outs to learn how to properly avoid falling asleep and letting her mind go idle. She waited patiently. Poor George needed all the sleep he could get.