Inga stood just inside the door, open just a crack.
"How is he?" Meibel whispered from the other side.
"He's not quite asleep," Inga told her, "but he's in a delirium, just talking nonsense. Mother is with him, but Father told me to make her go rest soon."
"Can I help?"
"I'm not sure how, but I don't think she's eaten, and she doesn't want to bother the servants right now. Do you think you could run down to the kitchen? Just something simple, please."
"I'll be right back," Meibel promised.
Inga stood and watched her hurry down the hall.