"Okay." She answers Sharon's smile with a warm one of her own. "Take your time."

Nat slips back out of the room and wanders over to the kitchen, where James has pulled down a fourth mug from the shelves and is pouring it for her. He glances a silent question at her - or maybe it's several questions in one look. That's always possible.

"She'll be out in a few," she says, and tips her head toward the milk. He adds some and hands it to her. "Thanks."