"Stupid," Brian confessed with a slight smile. "I fall for that old trick every single time. He keeps doing it, and it keeps working. I'm not going to be as much of a help to Khaat as I want to be for awhile, though, I don't think. But thank you. It doesn't hurt as badly. And its good not seeing it bleed so much. I guess I really hit Robert this time, didn't I? Well, its ended worse in other battles. Thanks for your help."
Angus walked over to Brian and handed Brian a pair of crutches. "You're stuck with them for awhile, my friend, I think."
"You've been in the attic," Brian said.
"No, Khaat's closet. I just made them longer for you."
Khaat took her father's bag and stopped his bleeding for the moment and padded it heavily and bandaged it. She put his arm in a sling to support his shoulder and drew the pain off it. "This isn't going to heal so quickly," she told him. "There are burn marks around the edges of the wound."
"Yeah. I know. I can feel it. I'll be alright."
"Is Brian still angry with me?"
"I doubt it. Ask him yourself. Go check his wound. Please. I'm alright now." He paused and kissed her cheek. "Just remember--if he didn't love you so much, he wouldn't be so stirred up. He loves you more than he has any concept of, my darling. And he wants you to know that he's in for the long haul, for whatever it takes. Go soothe him a little bit. He could use a little comfort right now."
"Thank you, Daddy," she said softly. He carressed her cheek. She went over to Brian. "Thank you, Cassidy. You've done a great job. Can I check it please?" Cassidy had done a fine job on stopping the bleeding. But when she felt Brian's knee, she detected that he had torn some of the largest, strongest tendons and pieces of cartiledge around his knee. She sighed heavily.
"Broken, isn't it?" he asked her.
"You'd have been better off if you had," she said. "The bone is intact. But you've destroyed the cartiledge and the tendons. Daddy's going to hvae to see to it. And you're not going to be on it for awhile. Brian," she said softly, kissing him very slowly. "I am so sorry I drove you to all this. I just...find its hard to talk about. I don't want to relive it, and I don't want to make anybody try to imagine what I had to live through. Can't we just leave it closed?" She worked at wrapping his massively swelling knee so that it had some support.
"No, not forever. But for right now? Yes. Just for right now. Okay?" She nodded. "Khaat," he said to her, "No matter what it was, I can handle it. What I can't handle is being shut away from you. I'm a strong man, Khaat. But I'm not strong enough to be shut out from you."
"Okay," she said softly. "If you think its that important. Later. We'll talk."
"It is that important. And yes, we do need to talk." He looked at Angus, "A hand, please?"
"My pleasure," Angus said. He easily helped Brian up to his feet and handed him the crutches. Brian found quickly he had no choice but to use them. And he had been injured enough in his past that he still remembered how to use them correctly.
Khaat looked at Cassidy. "Thank you for your help. I think the war is over for tonight. They're both going to need to sit down and rest and put ice packs on their wounds. Can you and Angus get them upstairs and get some ice packs for them and perhaps some sort of relaxing tea, please? Then I need to get the girls into bed."
"We can help there, too, Khaat," Angus said with a smile. "We're multitalented."