"No," Caitlin said, shaking her head. She'd never taught before, but she'd considered it a few times over the years. "I've always liked children," she said. "And I've thought about teaching before. I just haven't done anything about that thought just yet." She shrugged a little because she still wasn't sure that she should do anything about it. Finishing up with the kettle, she made a cup for the both of them and sat his down in front of him. "It does seem like a lot of work," she agreed, nodding. "But I still have time to decide."
She blinked at his admittance. "My goodness," she whispered. "What happened?" Suddenly, teaching wasn't important to the discussion. Caitlin genuinely felt concerned for Higgs. It was quite obvious, even if he didn't say as much, that he was yet to be completely recovered from this brush with death. Caitlin, ever the therapist, wanted to do what she could to help.