"These two are on a cookie kick," Angus said. "I don't understand that either. That and pudding. They like banana pudding."
Robert apparated in, and Khaat jumped--badly. ""Easy," Brian said, his hand on her shoulder. "You're safe. You really need to make a noise or something before you do that, Robert."
"I spent years learning how to do it without any noise," Robert frowned. "That defeats the whole purpose. At any rate, I"m checking on my daughter." He walked over to Khaat. He lifted her battered face so that she had to look at him. "Good. Better than I thought. Now, listen to me. Your mother knows. She's coming later today. We'll stay with you tonight to give everyone else a break. I promise you--I swear--we are going to get Burke. Understand me?"
She nodded.
"The worst of these cuts and bruises will be gone in a couple days. I told St. Mungos you have the flu. You're good til you are done looking bruised. After that we'll talk. You're not going back out alone. Not for a very long time. I'm sorry, but thats the way it is."
"Okay," she said very softly. "Daddy?"
"Yes, Baby."
"Where's my wand?"
"Broken in the fight. We found it." She hid in her hands, overwhelmed.
"Khaat," Brian said. "Listen to me." He sat beside her. "Wands are replaceable. It was your wand, not Remus's. It was replaceable."
"I need a wand," she said.
"Here," he said, drawing the new, fashionable wand out of his boot . He handed it to her. She took it in her hands and studied it carefully. It was beautiful.
"You bought this for me?" she asked.
"Yes. For you."
"Its beautiful."
"Only the best for you, my love," he kissed her forehead.
"Thank you," she replied.