Isabella was still dead to the world when Jonathan and Noemi arrived. The little girl calmly sat down on the ground and started to play chef; something she had started to do a couple of weeks ago.
As always when she played chef she ate her lunch while playing.
Jonathan let her while carefully observing his sleeping wife.
The sleep seemed to do her some good. The dark shadows beneath her eyes were retreating some. She rested easy it seemed.
When she had finished her lunch Noemi looked at her father.
»Did you feed Banshee this morning, daddy?«, she wanted to know.
Jonathan's eyes widened as he thought about it. He had to admit he couldn't remember if he had fed the cat or not. He had been so concentrated on his wife.
»Uhm … I don't know, love«, he answered his daughter.
»I'll have to play chef again at home then«, Noemi told him before getting to her feet and crawling into her mothers bed. She carefully lay by her side and went to sleep, leaving her father to watch them.