Quintus had noticed the burn marks on her feet, but he felt to awkward to comment on it. He turned to the young slave girl. "Sure, Brennus can show you to your quarters. And don't worry about the chores for now. This place is going to be busy soon. My father's relatives and associates I'm sure will want to pay their respects." He looked to Kala and decided she needed to know what was going on. 

"My father is dying. The doctors say he doesn't have a lot of time left. He was-" Quintus stopped, chastising himself. Father wasn't dead yet. "[i]IS[/i] a very popular politician. The senate has agreed to throw him a state funeral, but a lot of people are going to come here to pay their respects."