Julieta was preparing dinner for that evening when Bruno appeared in the doorway and softly asked if there was any of the soup left over, as Mirabel had apparently discovered her appetite.

Julieta shook her head. "I'm making cena*. She can eat then. You on the other hand - there's a bowl of soup there." She indicated the bowl on the table.

Taking the not-so-subtle hint, Bruno sat down and started eating. Ever since returning it had been his younger sister's mission to feed him up to a healthy weight. Considering that when Bruno had come back he wasn't used to eating three meals a day - let alone full ones - it had been something of an uphill struggle.

At least now, Julieta thought, as she watched her brother eat, he looked healthier than he had. Although she suspected that he'd never get back to a regular person's appetite.

Pushing the thoughts away she sat down next to him and asked him whether Mirabel was alright or not.

Bruno made a 50/50 gesture and said. "Well...that depends on how you term 'okay'..."

While Bruno brought his sister up to speed, Augustín was making his second attempt to bring Luisa some soup. The reason it was the second and not the first was because during his first one he'd [once again] forgotten that Luisa had a magical treadmill that ran all round the edge of her room and stepped on it. When he did that the treadmill had started and sent him flying onto the floor, smashing the bowl into pieces in the process.

The crash also had the effect of waking his middle daughter up from her slumber. She bolted straight up and looked around blearily while mumbling words that didn't make any sense. Augustín managed to get himself up and said, soothingly. "It's alright...go back to sleep. It;s fine, it's just Papa being tonto* again..."

Luisa - seemingly soothed by this - had gone back to a light sleep and Augustín took the chance to, firstly, clear up the bits of bowl so his daughter didn't cut her feet on them and then, secondly, clean the soup up.

So yeah, this was his second attempt. Hopefully this will go better than the first one, he thought to himself, before gently opening the door. [In the normal circumstances of his girls being well, he would usually knock before entering their rooms, but Luisa's illness seemed to have left her not being able to concentrate and hear things very well, hark why he was just going in.]

"Luisa." He said, softly, making sure to step OVER the treadmill not on it. "Tengo algo de comida para ti. ¿Tienes hambre?*"

"No." Was Luisa's reply, muffled slightly because she was buried under her covers.

"Come on." Augustin wheedled, gently sitting on the end of her bed. "Your mamá made it specially." No answer. Augustin frowned slightly and asked. "Luisa, ¿Estás bien*?"

"...No me siento bien*."

Her papa smiled and held the bowl out towards her. "So, eat this. You'll feel better. You don't have to eat a lot of it. Just a little. Come on - just a spoonful?"

His daughter finally stuck her head out the covers and Augustin could now see that her eyes were puffy and red. He refrained from asking how she was feeling - seeing as the answer was fairly obvious - and just passed her the bowl. One mouthful later and Luisa looked a bit less...ill.

With a nod of thanks his middle daughter handed him the bowl back and Augustin did a double take. "You've hardly eaten any." He noted.

"Yeah, well..." Luisa shrugged and gave him a bright smile. "Don't want to push to much. Haven't eaten for a little bit, you know?"

Augustin looked at her carefully and asked, again. "¿Estás seguro de que estás bien*?"

Luisa opened her mouth - probably to say her usual 'Fine, totally fine.' - but then suddenly the fight went out of her and she sighed. "I'm tired."

Augustin nodded. "Do you want a-" And was instantly cut of when his daughter threw her arms round him and hugged him tightly. He wrapped his arms round her and they spent a few minutes hugging.

Eventually Luisa nodded and let him go. "I needed that." She admitted.

Augustin smiled. "You know you never need to ask." He said, warmly.

His daughter gave him a genuine smile and squeezed his shoulder affectionately. Unfortunately - and he was putting this down to her recent illness - she'd forgotten her strength and he felt his shoulder pop.

Luisa heard it to and she went white. "Te he lastimado*!" She gasped.

"Está bien*-" Augustin said, trying to keep his voice steady. "Look-" And - with his good arm - he quickly took a bite of his wife's soup. His arm instantly healed and he took a deep breath as he felt the colour return to his face. "See? It's all good."

She shook her head and looked pained.

"It's all good." Augustin insisted. "Look!" And he moved his arms in random directions. "I'm fine."

Luisa nodded, her eyes shining suspiciously, She took a gulping breath and wiped her eyes with the back of her hand.

Augustin smiled and hugged her again. "Te amo*," He said, softly.

There was a slight pause before Luisa hugged him slightly tighter and whispered back. "Te amo, papá."

*Dinner

*Silly

*I have some food for you. Are you hungry?

*Luisa, are you alright?

*I don't feel well.

*Are you sure you're alright?

*I've hurt you!

*It's fine

*I love you