Katherine pushed the door open slowly. Like Richie, the young woman was dressed for comfort herself. Her black linen trousers were of a wide cut and she wore a simple tank top, even skipping out on the bra. Unlike Richie, she did not have wounds to mind.
"Hey," she returned the smile immediately. How could one not? "I thought I'd check on my young trooper and bribe him with some hot chocolate." She was walking over to him while spoke and placed the mug onto Richie's bedside table. "How are you feeling today?" She probably asked that question too much. It wasn't one that was just directed at Richie. All her children received it. The situation they were in was nothing any young mind - or anyone at all - should live through.