When morning came, the glass of potion that her father had given her before bed was still sitting beside the bed. Brian had not insisted she take it. He knew that, sleep deprived as she was, she needed far more to talk to him. She needed to be with him, to bond, to talk about what had happened.
And she had needed to hear his commitment to her, his unwavering love and his strong belief that this was not her fault. She desperately needed his promise that, no matter what, he wasn't going anywhere. They had talked almost all night. She had sobbed for hours in the safety of their room, far away from prying eyes, until she had exhausted herself beyond any ability to do anything other than to sleep.
She hadn't slept for more than a few moments at a time before she woke again with a jolt. He had offered the potion to her, but when she declined he hadn't insisted, and she was grateful. When daylight came, he took her along down to the gym. He helped her simply do some small stretches while he worked out right beside her. He was only concerned about helping her relieve some of the pain from the stoved up muscles from yesterday. And he massaged a lot of it away for her. He knew this was going to take a lot of time, but he only had wanted to make sure she kept moving forward, got life back to normal.
He had taken her back upstairs when they were done in the gym, and he had simply joined her in the shower. A shower for two. He had simply been there to silence the horrors of her mind, to provide her love and support. He helped her through every motion of facing a new day. And it was tough for her. Had it been up to her, she'd have simply curled up in her bed and never gotten out again. He had shown her nothing but devotion and love. He had picked out clothes for her after her shower. A pair of old soft gray sweats that he had reluctantly allowed her to keep and now they were both glad they were still in her closet. She was not dressed for fashion, but it covered her bruises and wounds. Hid them. She felt more secure. He taped her ankles securely for her with sports tape for more support and handed her a pair of slipper socks.
Then he took her downstairs to greet the day. Her father was stretching a kink out of his back from being up all night. He smiled when he saw her. He simply came over and kissed her. "Did you sleep at all? he asked softly. She shook her head. "Don't worry. You will. Your mother went home to bring us clean clothes and to feed the animals. She'll be back anytime now. She'll be glad to see you."
Angus brought out two fresh mugs of coffee and handed one to Brian and one to Khaat. "Good morning," he kissed Khaat's cheek softly.
"Thank you," she said.
"Could I get some of that?" Robert asked.
"The coffee or the kiss?" Angus grinned.
"I have no desire whatsoever to kiss you," Robert replied dryly.
"That's what I thought," Angus laughed. "Be right back."