Fen headed down the hallway to the kids' room, biting his lip. The pressure was on: if he couldn't figure this mess out, these kids may be on their own. He passed a man in the hallway who looked like one of Isam's friends. The Arab man smiled and nodded at him as Fen passed.

Omar had decided to hang around until everything had calmed down, hoping he could figure out what exactly was going on. He hated being left outside of the loop, but his language barrier was a major disability. It had gotten better, but people still tended to talk as if he weren't around. He turned as the medical center door opened, watching as Shay and Marcus came in. What were they doing here? He stepped out of their way to let them by, almost stepping right into a nurse who had approached him from behind. He jumped a little and turned. 
"Sorry," Omar apologized quickly. 
"Oh, it's okay," The nurse smiled. "I just came to thank you for the medicine." She held up the vial to illustrate. Omar got it.
"You are welcome," He said through his thick accent. The nurse nodded.
"The big guy in there would be in a lot of pain if not for this. I'm sure he'll thank you later, too."
"Need more?" Omar questioned. 
"That actually might not be a bad idea. Yes, please." 

Meanwhile, Fen slowly reached to open the closed door. He had convinced the guard that Ravenia had approved of this visit, and now came the moment of truth. These kids could be innocent children, caught up in the political games that adults played, or they would be conniving and dangerous fiends. The door creaked as it opened. 
"Hey," Fen said as he poked his head inside, then came all the way in. The two kids were curled up in a chair with a blanket that someone must have given them. They looked up at him warily. He could tell they were scared. 

"So your friend down the hall told us that someone send you here." When talking to children, the nervous halting of Fen's voice always seemed to disappear. "A bad man. Do you know who I'm talking about?" Both of the kids nodded slowly. "Okay. Well, our leader, Ravenia, isn't very happy about that. She's talking about maybe making you leave, and I really don't want that to happen." Fen came over and sat down on the floor to get on their level. "I don't think you do, either." 
"If we go back, he might hurt us," The little boy said quietly. Fen's ears still picked it up. He felt a mixture of pity and anger. 
"You don't have to go back," He said firmly. "Just promise us that you won't do any bad things, or anything that the bad man tells you to, and you can stay here with us." 

The girl looked down, then slowly reached into her pocket and pulled out a small, plastic bottle. She handed it to Fen, who recognized it as some kind of medicine. 
"What's this for?" He asked. 
"Bad things," The girl said, her voice breaking as tears started to roll down her face. Fen caved. 
"Oh no, don't cry," He pleaded. "Don't cry, it's okay." He instinctively began to rub her back, which always made [i]him[/i] feel better. "If we give this back to them, I'm sure they'll understand. This isn't your fault." The girl sniffed and let out another sob, making Fen rub faster. He looked around the room for something to distract her and noticed a piece of paper that had doodles covering every inch of it. 

"Hey, you wanna draw something for me?" He asked. Fen reached into his pocket to produce a pen, then looked around for a blank piece of paper. "Uh...you can just draw it on my hand, look." He offered his hand up, which seemed to get the girl's attention. Before long, both her and the boy had pens and markers. 

Fen emerged from the room about 20 minutes later, arms, legs, and face covered in childish doodles. "I think they'll be okay," He announced to Ravenia.