<span style="font-style: italic">Myxi had seen Parisa's smile when she had glanced at her. She wonders if Miss Parisa as she'd overheard Miss Isa's mind saying...would like their daddy. She wanted daddy to be happy. Sure she knew that so long as her and Luka were happy, clothed, fed, bathed, and kept healthy...daddy was happy. Yet she wanted daddy to have someone his age that could make him happy. "Yummy..." she says. The single word drawn out a bit. Her voice shy, soft, and almost faintly said.</span><br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Luka kept Myxi distracted from the fact their daddy was not feeling well. He knew if Myxi saw how bad it had gotten...she would be very upset. He chatters away. Clearly the outgoing one. Though he knew Myxi had seen the same thing he had....he saw her hunger had her eating rather than doing more than sniffling. He too wondered if their daddy would be finding someone to make him happy. Someone his age.</span><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic">They look at each other and converse with their twin mental link thing once more. Myxi starts out. Her mind "voice" quivering and almost sniffling in her worry and sadness. "Daddy is pushing himself too hard. I know he finds us more important then himself...but why does daddy forget himself Luka?" Luka looks at her and replies. "Daddy tends to forget about himself and I think it is because in his mind...he comes after everything else. So long as it has to do with us...he is last. And since he is last by the time he is able to do something for himself...he has forgotten himself." Myxi nods her head. "Yeah. Your right." They look at each other. Worry on their young faces. They might be young but like their father...they were very intelligent. Expecially for their ages. Yet it was balanced with their ages. Smart yet still able to be a kid.</span></span><br/><br/>Jason finally manages to force his limbs to work a bit. He hears something shutting yet doesn't focus on it. All his focus was on making his body cooperate like he needed it to. Which worked but only until he was sitting up against the wall. Legs out in front of him. He was panting harder and now his extremely now pale but normally beautifully tanned skin was easily seen.<br/><br/>He coughs and another trickle of blood trails down the side of his mouth. He wipes it off. He forces himself to "see" with his mind. "Good. They are...happy. And eating. That is good." he manages to get out weakly. He forces himself to focus in on Parisa. Taking the offered sandwich he eats it. His arm shaking violently with each bite. Another sign just how little Jason has eaten and how weak he has become. He finishes eating. Though he'd only managed to get half the sandwich down.<br/><br/>His cloth hiding his eyes moves with his heads movements. "Thanks...Isa." he gets out. Turning his head in Parisa's direction. "With me? Okay. Let them...eat. Isa can perhaps...play with them? While we talk...they would like that." he gets out.