Khaat apparated back to the house, but her aim was off. She apparated, not where she wanted to be, but into the master bathroom upstairs, while Brian was drying off after a shower.
"God! Warn a guy, would you?" he said, startled, wrapping the towel around his waist. Then he noticed she was dusty, dirty, and a bit dazed. "Wait," he frowned. He looked down and saw she had blood on her hand. "Where's the bleeding?" he asked.
"My head," she said. "I hit my head."
"Let me see." He examined the bleeding knot on the back of her head. "Ouch. That has to hurt."
"It does."
"Headache?"
"Definitely."
"Look at me," he said. She obeyed. "Your father needs to see this. We need to be sure its alright. Give me a moment." He quickly dressed in some shorts and a tee shirt and went barefoot downstairs to where Robert and Kate were still sitting around the fire.
"What's wrong?" Robert looked at him immediately.
"Khaat's back. She's hit her head. I'd like you to check it," Brian said. "She's conscious. Bleeding. Says she has a headache. Is getting one hell of a goosegg and its bruising."
"What did she do?" he frowned, getting up. "Get my bag. Where is she?"
"Our room."
"I'm going up now." He apparated upstairs into the bedroom and found Khaat sitting on the bed. "What did you do?" he asked.
"Can't see a black tree branch in the dark on a runaway horse," she confessed. He groaned. He sat beside her and began to check her carefully.
"I don't need to tell you that was stupid, do I?" he sighed.
"No." she said quickly. "Ouch."
"Well? Its deep, and its dirty. It needs cleaned out. Don't be a sissy."
"I'm not. I just wasn't ready."
"Well, get ready. We're cleaning this up," he said, going into the bathroom.