"If she's spent all night in the snow at Remus's grave, she's grieving," Angus said. "That's the first place I figured she'd go. I don't know if I know what the issue is, but my bet is that he needs a moment alone with her. He said he was thinking of taking her out for a bite of breakfast. Dont forget that if he needs help, he has that medallion that will summon a whole platoon if he needs it. If I were him, I'd let her get it out of her system, whether she needs to shout or cry, or whether she just needs held. Then, I'd take her for some food--a hot meal. When she's starting to feel human again, I'd bring her back home, get her to soak in a hot bubble bath, make sure she has a big mug of chamomile tea, and then if she wants to get some sleep, I'd make sure she got it. And I'm betting he won't stray far from that.
"Our job will be, at least until he gets a chance to catch us up, is to get breakfast in, take care of the barn--which I haven't had chance to do yet, get the girls up and bathed and fed, and anticipate anything that they'll need. By then, he'll need probably some coffee himself, and he'll need off his feet and he will have been on his knee way too long. He'll need to elevate his leg and ice it again. We'll need to take care of him, her, the babies, and the animals, and everything else. Oh, and get ready for the party.
"That reminds me. I have to bake the bread you made up last night. It should make 5 perfect loaves if it's risen just right. And it bakes for an hour. We'll have to do that before we eat. While its baking, we can take care of the girls and maybe I can get Steven to take care of the barn for me today. I try not to ask him, but I could use the help.
"Those bezillions of fresh cut flowers will be arriving this morning, and we'll have to be using every vase we have and container we can think of to make sure they get put everyplace in the house. Oh, and I got some freaking box of streamers and balloons and ribbons. Pink ones and lilac colored ones. I presume she wants streamers and helium balloons everyplace.
"Michael will be here by no later than 9 with enough groceries to feed a small army, and he'll throw us out of the ktichen entirely. He will order some specific wines for the evening, and it will be our job to snap to it and fetch them and chill them for him. And he'll inspect the whole bloody house to be sure its perfect. When it comes to things like this, he's completely unmoveable about details. We'll be glad we had him.
"I guess I'm saying that we leave Khaat to Brian. Sound like a plan to you?"