"There certainly is," Brian smiled. "Alright. Hey, if Khaat wakes before I do, dont' let her think I"m not still here for her, okay?" He went upstairs to the guest room and fell into an exhausted sleep before his head hit the pillow.
"Finally," Angus said. "He was really on his last. He was going to fall asleep soon no matter what. Oh, breakfast is ready. I'm going to fix a plate and make sure Robert gets some breakfast. Go help yourselves." He went into the dining room and picked up a plate and put on it a slice of a bacon and cheddar frittata, fresh scones, and a bowl of fresh fruit salad. He picked up a fork for him and a napkin. "I'll be right back. He needs to get some food while he can."
He took the plate and the copy of the Daily Prophet up to Robert who was sitting on the sofa in Khaat's room. "Breakfast," he said quietly.
"Thank you," Robert said.
"How is she? Any change?"
"I think the worst is over. Her fever is gone, and she's finally sleeping comfortably. I think the stomach stuff has stopped, and the congestion was getting better during the night. But geting her strength back might be another thing altogether. How are the others?"
"Tired. Brian went to bed. He promises to shave."
"Good. Send someone to bed now."
"Brian told us. We're fine. "
"Ok. Then go eat."
"Yes, Sir," Angus smiled. He left and returned to the breakfast table.