[Hawke-- Wolfe isn't fine. Even after his breath in she can hear it in his voice. She can't hold him like she did the other night, can't let him curl against her until it passes. They both have work to do.

Later, when Chris is off to sleep or at least resting, she'll see him taken care of, too. There won't be room for discussion.]

You worry too much for me. I'm well used to putting myself in the way to help my own. There's time for rest and all else after I've seen you properly cared for. [She gives Chris a knowing look, warm at its edges, before looking up at Hawke again. She doesn't mean for her expression to soften the way it does when she sees his face, and if she notices, it's impossible to tell.] My counterpart will have to do the heavy lifting for now. I'll carry the rest after.

[If she's not needed by the couch, she'll linger in the kitchen, leaning against the counter and sipping her tea to show she's listening and doing something for herself. Her posture remains tense, ready to free her hands and make herself useful at a second's notice. She'll use the silence to plan how to get Chris' things to him as she waits.]

Tell me what else needs doing, either of you. I know my way around far more than just knives.