Brian moved Robert upstairs and put him to bed while Khaat cleaned up downstairs. She told the others downstairs that she was going up to see her father and make sure he woke up from the surgery safely. She did know Brian was there, but the truth was, she just felt like she needed to be there with him. She went upstairs tiredly.
Meanwhile, Brian had been in the process of putting Robert into bed when he heard movement upstairs. Something not right. He drew his wand and went down the hallway. The longer he was there, the more he heard soft, subtle noises in Kieran's room. He went in and found Cassidy hiding there. He was about to speak when he saw the look in her eyes. She looked a bit out of it. He simply got her to her feet, quietly and gently, and took her back to her room and put her back into bed. He laid his hand on her forehead and cast aaaaaa sleep spell on her so that she would sleep now until morning.
In the meantime, Khaat had gone to her father's room and had finished the job Brian had started. She checked him and decided he was better off if she didn't bring him conscious and just let him rest instead. She was too tired to bring a chair into the room, so she sat down on the floor beside the bed, determined to stay until he came conscious.
Hours slipped by painfully slowly, she got tired. Her fatigue got to her, and she felt her eyes getting heavy. And she was cold. The floor was a bit drafty. Before she realized it, she had started to doze. Somewhere, someone draped a blanket over her shoulders, wrapping it around her. It was comforting. She woke, finding she had been leaning against the bed, laying her head near her father's hand. She opened her eyes to see, of all people, Kieran there. It had been Kieran who had provided the blanket.
"I...didn't mean to wake you," he said awkwardly. "You...you looked...well, cold."
"I was. Thank you," she said, pulling the blanket tighter around herself.
"Is he going to be alright?"
"I think so, yes."
"You all presented a pretty good game out there tonight," Kieran said.
"That was no game," Khaat said. "What you saw is what it is. He's that powerful, and so is your brother and everyone else here. They're all well trained."
"Your dad own a private army or something?"
"Or something," Khaat replied, still shivering. He looked at the fresh cup of tea in his hand and handed it to her.
"Its just tea. Brian hasn't given me the run of the house, so there is nothing in it but tea. But I do understand if you don't trust that." She took the teacup and smelled it. Cinnamon. And just tea, so far as she could tell.
"Thanks," she said, taking a sip. It was a bit stronger than usual, and very good. It made her smile.
"I do still remember how to make tea," he admitted. "So tell me. Do you love him? My brother?"
"Yes," Khaat said softly. "He's a good man."
"Not like me," Kieran said.
"You two are very different," she said. "Why are you being nice to me?"
"I'm not bad through and through, or at least I don't think I am."