Robert walked up behind her and simply wrapped his arms around her and held her against his chest. "Now," he said softly, looking at Kieran's form, laying on the floor. "What happened?"
"He's destroying my house!" she was furious.
"Yes, Dear. I know," Robert replied softly.
"He's an asshole!"
"Yes, Dear. I know."
"I have the headache from hell, and he knocked the painting above my bed down on my head!"
"Ah. So you're teaching him a lesson, then, , are you?"
"That's the plan," she replied, seething. Robert began to laugh.
"Your poor head," he smiled, sympathetically. He kissed the back of her hair. "Did he hurt you when he hit you with the painting?"
"No. But I"m gonna hurt him," she said.
"Let me do that. Thats' what fathers are for, my darling," Robert said. "Give her back her wand, Jack."
"And husbands," Brian said. He walked over to Kieran and grabbed him by the shirt and pulled him to his feet.
"She's a crazy b****!" Kieran shrieked. "Keep her away from me!"
"Its about time you were afraid of something," Brian said dryly. "Well done, Babe. Its about time he learned some respect." He sat Kieran back on the bed. He could see that Kieran was experiencing more pain that he could cope with. He rested his hand on Kieran's forehead for a moment. "You're fine. Maybe a bruise or two thats new, but that's all. So what was all the bloody screaming about?"
"It hurt!" he shouted angrily at Brian.
"You sissy," Brian scowled. Kieran looked at Brian, and it was as if he was seeing him for the first time.
"What the hell's happened to you?" Kieran frowned at him.
"What happened to you? You're the one who is obviously allergic to exercise, decent food, good friends, family...When you live like you do, everything goes all to hell. You're getting what you deserve."
"But I"m bigger than you are--and a lot bigger than she is."
"She'll whip your sorry ass with one hand tied behind her back, wand or no wand," Brian said. "Try her if you don't believe me." Kieran reached up and ripped Brian's shirt, revealing Brian's well defined, muscular chest.
"Damn. I guess you do hit the gym," Kieran said.
"We all do. You still want to mess with us? Go ahead. Any one of my crew could make you into pulp inside of a few minutes. I suggest you leave my wife alone. I won't warn you again. Next time, she can just have you. Now, apologize to her and to Cassidy--both." He could see that was something Kieran just never did--under any circumstances.
"I apologize," Kieran managed to spit out the words. Khaat spun out of her father's grasp and left the room in a hurry, still angry. She felt Brian's gaze on her.
"Jess," Robert said quietly. "In my bag. The purple colored pain potion. Give her a dose, please. Don't try to heal that by touch. That will take the edge off that stubborn headache for her. Thank you. Jack and Steven, either reassemble the furniture in here or get it out. Whatever you choose. The rest of you, lets leave him."
"Hey, what about my pain?" Kieran demanded.
"Oh, so you're ready for help now?" Robert said.
"Yes," Kieran admitted, with quite a bit of difficulty.
"All you had to do was ask--nicely." Robert went over and laid his hand on Kieran's head and drew off the pain and sent enough of a sleep spell the same time that Kieran would not know it was two spells instead of one. He began to fall instantly into a light sleep. Robert layed him back in bed and covered him and increased the spell. "He'll sleep now for awhile. Let's go," he said to the others, leaving Jack and Steven there to help with the mess.
Khaat went back to her room and flicked her wand at the painting, putting it back on the wall above her bed. She decided perhaps she needed to shower and dress and that it might make her feel better. She opened the closet and sat at the foot of the bed, trying to decide what to wear.