[If he's honest, he knows little to nothing about Androids. He supposes hen needs to learn, and quickly, if he's to prevent this sort of thing from happening again. He doesn't like seeing her sick. His only saving grace is Hannibal. The man is a doctor. He surely knows best.

It seems Hiling seems to think so. The way the girl clings to the doctor tells him sharply whom she prefers. He doesn't blame her one bit for it. He can't even be hurt by the obvious preference.

Hannibal is her favorite. Better in every conceivable way to him. It would be easy to just melt back into the house, as a good butler should, and leave them be. But he can't because she is his responsibility and he wants to do right by her.]

We're both here for you, lass. I'm sorry I haven't been. [He aches a little knowing the girl would rather be out in subzero weather, away from him, than warm and safe. He won't think of that.]

Only thing you need to do right now is get better. Whatever the doctor recommends, I'll see it out for you.