Khaat was beginning to get a migraine. She was trying to ignore it, but her father stopped her. He laid his hands on the sides of her head and drew off the pain from her. "Better?" he asked.
"Yes. How did you know?" she asked.
"I know you. Its not that hard. You'll know Abbey that well. You already do, in many ways."
"Daddy, can I ask you a question?" she asked.
"Anything. You know that."
"Are you happy?"
"What?" he frowned. "What do you mean?"
"This life. St. Mungos, the Ministry, the organization,...Are you happy?"
"Where is this coming from?"
"A little over a hear ago, you were retired...."
"I'm a healer, Khaat. I'm only a fighter when I have to be. You know that."
"Do you regret it? All this?"
"No," he said firmly. "I like St Mungos. I feel useful there. The ministry, well, its just a job, Khaat. The organization, that's a cause I believe in, a lot like the Order. But, there are things I believe in far greater. I could walk away from any of it tomorrow. And I would, without a second thought or a regret, if it came to my family. Why? Where is all this coming from? Do you have second thoughts about asking me to come back to work?"
"Sometimes. Sometimes I wonder if life would be quieter without all this."
"Quiet can be very boring, Khaat," he laughed. "Stop regretting. Its fine. And it was necessary. What is there to regret? Or are you trying to figure out what you want for your own life?'
"Maybe," she said.
"You want my opinion?"
"Yes."
"I think I need to send Burke and Gelding a strong message and get them to bear off. That will get you some time for you to spend just resting and unwinding before you decide anything."
"Is that really what you think?"
"When have I ever lied to you?"
"Never."