Frederic let her go, then stood as she did and kept close at hand as she checked her babies. He didn't know how Karen's late husband had died, but considering the dream-conjured memory she was so shaken up over, it must have been terrible. When she was done taking care of her children, he wrapped his arms around her again and frowned. Her skin was warm, feverish, and he worried she was falling ill. He debated sending for a doctor, but then he realized it was likely the sort of sickness brought about by grief and so put aside the notion. He wasn't exactly sure what to say- Patsy's death had been a peaceful one, and although the memory of her silence in that room, her eyes still open but unseeing for so long until he accepted she was gone, he never thought of it as a terrifying moment, just a painful one. He didn't share Karen's sort of grief and he was frightened by his uncertainty. "I'm here," he said eventually, his head bowed into her hair. "I'm here."