She jumped a bit when he coughed, looking to him for a moment to see if he was all right. He seemed fine enough, so she continued walking at his side. Concern for him still lingering on. Then he spoke her name in a way that was meant to draw her attention. "Yes?" She responded before he went on. Listening to what he had to say made her worry more for him. "What is it?" She asked straight away. Her heart felt pressed as her worry grew steadily. Her arm around his getting a bit tighter. As they reached the bottom of the stairs she looked directly to him as they walked. Her eyes glazed over clearly with the emotion that hung over her. She wasn't, for the most part, someone to worry. But her brother had never come to her like this before. Asking her personally for advice. She felt honored that he would choose to do so. She had a fairly open mind herself, though she held to the strong life style choice of her parents, it didn't mean she was apposed to other ways of living. This was her choice, and she understood others felt more comfortable with their way of things. It didn't mean she hated them. She had a wide variety of friends and adored them each individually no matter what their life choices were. She was never one to force her beliefs on others. Though if anyone asked she would tell them with pride. One acception would have been her sister, Elizabeth. It drove her mad the disrespect she showed her family, especially her parents. Which was why Katharina avoided the girl at all costs. Whenever they did run into each other they would bicker non-stop until someone else intervened.<br/><br/>Stepping into the kitchen with her brother, still keeping open ears to him, she noticed there was no one at all attending to the food that was cooking. She furrowed her eyebrows. Her mother must have gotten distracted or called away somewhere. Katharine would take charge of things herself. She looked in on the roast, the smell was intoxicating. The way it appeared was equally as mouthwatering as it's scent. It would be ready soon it seemed. She would have to test it the only way she knew how. Letting go of her brother's arm she walked about the kitchen until she found a skewer. Opening up the oven she prodded the meat then removed the skewer and waited. A bit of blood ran out. It would need some more time. Setting down the skewer she turned back to her brother. "Well then. Shoot." She said stating again that it was all right for him to speak freely with her.